*3weeks ago*
I was walking to school, mind lost in deep torchuring thoughts of my childhood. As i walked up the stairs of the gloomy school I dreaded I felt as if I was being watched, but i ignored the feeling and put my black ear buds in, listening to Rob Zombie. I was wearing what i practically always did a black T-shirt with one of my favorite bands on it (Skillet), black faded ripped jeans, a black leather bracelet with chains on my left wrist, and two rubber bands on my right wrist. My raven black hair always covered the left side of my pale thin face. Walking down the halls I got looks of fear, discussed, pity, and just scowls from not just students but teachers as well. Arriving at my locker I wasn't impressed on what I saw, considering I saw this every day I came to my locker. Papers with word like; bitch, witch, demon, slut, freak, & sometimes notes that read why don't u go kill yourself so the rest of us don't have to suffer. She saw these everyday....I have monthly old scars from these comments when I first got them.....but now I ignore them. I entered class just before the bell and walked quickly to my seat in the back next to a giant window, giving me a clear view of the woods and cemetery.
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Creepypasta fanfic
FanfictionA girl named Alice once had the life of a bullied pushed around lonely high school life, but what happens when she meets the creepypasta's?
