When I got on the bus I sat in the last seat by myself like I usually did. I saw my bus driver look a my in the rear-view mirror suspiously.
I closed my eyes. Why did everyone look at me like that? I pulled my legs up on the seat and curled up by the window.
I really am fine with being by myself. I never got along with anyone, so I'm always put back. Literely, to the back of the room, the bus, etc. But I don't exactly care. I don't really like people. Their too... people-ish. I don't like teachers much either. They expect us to listen to them, but they won't listen to us. I've given them 'warnings'. One time, I don't know what happened, the teacher annoyed me, and...and something just...came over me. She told the principal that my eyes seemed to 'turn red' and my 'fingernails grew like claws' and I yelled something I don't even know. The other kids don't remember any of that, but are still cautious around me. Which makes me feel even less comfortable. The looks. The whispers. I know they're about me. Which I can't really understand.
Suddenly, the bus came to a sharp stop. My eyes widened as I flew from my comfy warm seat forward to the floor of the bus. I pulled myself up and looked outside. We were at the school. I picked up everything that fell out of my book bag and got up. My ankles buckled and I fell again. Anyone remaining on the bus laughed.
"Mmm hmm. Laugh now. You won't be later," I muttered to myself then froze. What did I just say?
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Shyanne {a Shyanne creepypasta origin.}
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