Hey guys... This is my first Story, so if I run out of ideas I am so sorry!!!
This book is basically about the nightguards and their life in highschool.
So enjoy!
XOXO
~Toy Chica
*Vincent's POV*I woke up this morning, tired and dazed looking at the ceiling. I just felt... Unusual, like something was going to happen today. Then, it hit me as I looked at my backpack on the ground. "Ugh... Why do I have to deal with going to school again? I mean c'mon... Middle School was a bore, and I bet High School's going to be one also." I mumbled to myself.
I was in the 9th grade, and let me just tell you, it was Hell. Literally. Everyday instead of saying, "See you when I get home from school!" I should say, "See you when I crawl outta Hell, with all the demon teachers." Because that is exactly how it felt.
"I heard the seniors look down at you like you're 5, and in the bathroom, the kids smoke weed, give swirlies, and... I can't even say it..." My friend Scott gulped talking on the phone with me.
"Hey... You have nothing to worry about. You don't have purple skin, and white eyes. Dude, that's just how I was born and people make fun of me for it. It's like Middle School, just more Hellish," I said to Scott and hung up.
I was talking to Scott so long, I was running late. "Shit!" I snagged my clothes from their hangers, and put them on quickly. I had no time whatsoever to take a shower so I grabbed some Axe and sprayed it on. I got some minty breath spray, and spritzed it in my mouth.
I grabbed my backpack and skateboard and rode it into the kitchen. "Thanks Mom, love you, bye!" I said taking some toast. Riding out the door I quietly said, " See you when I crawl outta Hell... Heh."
Heya guys sorry for stopping it so quickly, but tell me what you think!
I'll do another chap soon so stay tuned!
XOXO ~ Toy Chica
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