Day 1

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I woke up feeling tired, as expected on the first day of school. I immediately put on some cargo pants, an old t-shirt, and my newest sweatshirt- black of course. I run downstairs and snarf down some cold pancakes my dad made for me. My dad is probably at work by now. I make sure that I have everything I need, including my phone, and bolt out the door.

(how is this paragraph also 69 words? I must be being very nOiCE today.)

When I get to school I Jog, yes, Jog to my homeroom on the second floor but before I can make it, I see a locker with my name on it. I think, This must just be a nice teacher.  But no, no one else's locker has their name on it. And my name is sprawled all over it. In many shapes and sizes. Even on the inside.  I put some stickers and "decals" of things from games that I like, like GTA V and Minecraft before noticing a small envelope taped to the side of the locker. I pull it out and think, well this must be what high schoolers deal with every day huh? I put it in my backpack and decide I'll open it at lunch, when no one is looking. 

I go to all of my classes and at lunch, I grab school lunch AKA disgusting pig slop, and lock myself inside the gender-neutral bathrooms. I look at the outside of the letter and because I am stupid and can't see big red stamps I see a pentagram stamp and a sticker with the word tata in some weird language. Yeah. I go onto my phone and search through ALL OF THE GOOGLE TRANSLATORS. It turns out its latin and the translation is Daddy. DADDY. DADDY. Not to rub it in. BUT THIS IS MY FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL AND THERE IS A LATIN STICKER SAYING DADDY. I immediately tear open the envelope... because what bad can come from the latin word for daddy.


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