~Japan 1989 5:30 am ~
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I hate school . I've always hated it.
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In a groggy state I dismissed my alarm. Every day it's the same routine. I wonder why my parents made me move from America to Japan?
It's not like I had friends or anything. I stretched and rolled my eyes with a yawn.
Grumbling I get up. This school is terrible. Every day I have to deal with girls sqealing and fawning over some weird ass nigga.
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I walked over to my bathroom. I wanted to go home, I thought, as I entered the bathroom. I saw something in the corner of my eye. I still can't get used to it. I've seen it for 17 years and it still freaks me out.
This spirit is one of the reasons why I left America . My parents sent me over so a powerful preist could expell the spirit. It stared at me down and I stared back. We came to a mutual understanding to not watch me shower or sleep when i was younger. Now it still does. I just stopped paying attention.
I run the water and wait for it to heat up. I looked at myself in the mirror. My once soft brown skin filled with scars, the eyebags under my eyes was prominent on my brown skin.
I took my toothbrush and started brushing away at my teeth.
At that time, the haunting apparition blankly stares at me, reflecting in the mirror,waving with a smile, a shiver goes down my spine. Then it just disappears through the wall . It always does that . My whole life, it's just been there.
I wash out my mouth and hop into the shower getting lost in thought .
When I was younger, I considered her or should I say 'it' a friend, someone to confide in someone who I played with . An imaginary friend if you will.
That was until I made friend they dragged me into the woods to see a great clearing far from society in our small minds. We started looking around and they pushed me off a cliff. "SICKO FREAK NOBODY WANTS TO BE YOUR FRIEND". The fall was shallow, but so was my friend.
The spirit came trying to help me up but I pushed her away. That was the beginning of the end .The sudden coolness of the water snapped me back to reality. I hopped out of the shower. I started to dry off and moisturize.
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I looked at my braids and started styling them. It came back with my alarm clock (6:57). If I kept this up my mother might start to call. I put my braids half up, half down with a swoop and got dressed in my uniform as I put on my thigh-high socks as I thought of pretending to be sick so as to not go, but my mother is knows better.
I look at myself for the last time in the mirror, hyping myself up. If I knew what I knew now, I would've tried harder to act sick. I walked downstairs actively avoiding my parents, taking my book bag and slipping on my air force 1s.
I walked a few blocks before going to my usual bus stop, a whole bunch of teens from multiple schools and some from my own walked away. I stood at the window looking out when I felt a hand touching my ass. I slowly moved forward, getting away from the groper while his hand kept chasing me.
I snapped back, staring at a middle-aged man with a scowl. I kneed him on his balls, i pulled the lever and walked off the bus. I guess I'll just walk then.
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Three and a half blocks later, I walked onto the school campus drinking some water that my spirit stole. I saw a huge group of girls fawning, cheering and screaming. I took a closer look and saw it was the weirdo and his fan girls.
I roll my eyes, then I see him, a cherry . One boy with a scarf painting. One thing about me is, that I love art even though I don't know the person I like speaking to through it. I wanted to approach him but I couldn't. His vibe was completely off as I got lost in thought.
I slipped down the stairs and, surprisingly, so did that weirdo.
The spirit grabbed at me holding me,up right before I fell again by my own rights. Or so I thought
the red head came over smirking with faux sympathy " my are you okay? That was quite the fall. " he stated, then muttering to himself "my queen".
He crouched down and hands me a handkerchief and puts a band-aid on my scrape then slyly waves bye the walks right up to kujo.
With a more antagonizing smirk, he gives kujo a handkerchief as well. He must be a 'nice guy'. That was until I looked down and saw in what I assume to be red paint
"𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 wife ? 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲/𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 they don't love you the way I do my queen" .
What a load of bullshit I crumble the handkerchief with annoyance and throw it away I couldn't read the rest. I know how it ends its always been some random note about me.
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When I walk through the school corridors, I look for my class. I usually follow the screaming girls to find my first period. Then my leg startedI realized I should sanitize it. I hate this school and the faculty, but the nurse is pretty cool she let's me sleep in her office.
I kept walking into her office. As I turned right, the hallway became longer and longer,and my vision began to fade. Immediately, I reminded myself that I didn't have to leave.
I could heal myself, but my feet were dragging me. It was like a gravitational pull, and I couldn't escape it, no matter how hard I wanted to. Once I got to her office, I was stunned; the lunatic and the redhead were fighting. I felt a shiver in my spine as they both watched me. I felt something touch my leg like it was scaled like a serpent.
It seems you read my note
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