Stages of grief.

Chapter 3: Welcome to hell.

TW: Bullying, swearing, mentions of abuse, explicit words...

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My walk to school was quite nice... the trees were slightly swaying in the wind and the clouds stared at me from above. I had been about 2/3's of the way there when I noticed a bus stop, and a few elderly sitting there on the bench. Somewhat chatting worriedly about the news of recent missing children around the area, at least that's what I had assumed they were muttering about.

Their murmurs ceased when they noticed me. Sharp glares began coming my way as I walked past... the fuck did I do wrong? I questioned myself, giving an awkward wave... suddenly walking by at a quicker pace.

Quite odd I'll say... but I continued my walk. The children rumors have sure been spreading around recently.. and I am not sure what to think of it. Everyone's been on edge, and I've also heard some parents were threatening to keep their kids home...

Not like the school wants their greasy asses but like what are they gonna do? Place an investigation or something? You'd expect more from adults but sometimes you only become more disappointed.

Noticing the large gates of the school, you also noticed the large crowds of teens funneling themselves in. Wincing, I spotted the clicks roaming around like grazing sheep. All I separate groups...Some of them had hair done to the extreme and pink bubble gum popping from their lipstick-covered lips. While others... mostly guys, threw the football around in their cringey-ass letterman jackets. Their hair sleeked back with an unusual amount of jell and they chatted amongst themselves like the jocks they are. Loud laughter had come from each of the separate groups, while others solemnly talked about a quiz they had flunked. The conversation had surrounded me in a fog of confusion almost... although occasionally I'd hear mutters of what they had talked about.

It was interesting, to say the least seeing so many people in their natural environment. Surrounding themselves with toxic friends just for the slightest bit of comfort.

I found myself near the entrance to the school, sliding my backpack from my shoulder and grabbing my phone from the front pocket. Sending a quick text to my mom I told her I had made it without any hitches and set my phone back into the bag.

[A/N] I just remembered the timeline for fnaf was back a bit... so just act like it's a flip phone idk.

I zipped it up, slid it on my shoulder, and almost on cue the bell rang for the beginning of school. I followed the line of students into the building. The smell of cheap perfume and sweaty shirts made it less enjoyable than outside... everyone had gathered to their lockers while I made my way... I think... to the principles office for my schedule.

>Time skip<

The paper of my classes grasped firm in my hand, I headed for the first class of the morning: English. A decent subject to say the least.

Walking up to the door I followed the trail of students in.. before awkwardly taking a turn and standing by the teacher's desk.

"Morning Mr..." I could only wait for a response as the tall man turned to me, his face enlightened as he had noticed me. He had brown hair, and light wisps of grey mixed in between. He also had glasses, which fit quite right upon his older face. His outfit looked like a white button-up shirt, with a brown sleeveless woven sweatshirt atop it. He wore a red tie, nice shoes, and a golden watch. Which was tightly fastened upon his wrist.

Immediately he smiled, lowering himself down to my height (If you are shorter, this man is like 6'4) taking his hand out for me to shake.

"Mr. Octavius Meyers... at your service! You must be the new student... remind me your name?"