Drapetomania | Creepypasta

3.

august 14, 2017

The soft light of a new day filtered through my bedroom curtains, gently pulling me from my dreams. With a yawn and a stretch, I reluctantly abandoned the realm of sleep and sat up in bed. As I rubbed my eyes, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of nervousness lingering from the previous evening.

Despite the sleepless night, my usual routine called. I threw back the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The floor felt cool beneath my feet as I got up and began the familiar morning rituals.

First, the bathroom. A quick shower to wash away any lingering doubts and prepare myself for another day at school. The hot water offered a brief respite from my swirling thoughts.

Dressed in my school uniform, I descended the stairs and headed for the kitchen. The aroma of breakfast greeted me, and I found my mother at the stove, focused on flipping pancakes. She greeted me with a warm smile.

"Good morning, y/n, Sleep well?"

Her question was routine, but today it held more significance. "Yes, Mom," I replied, offering a small smile in return. She seemed genuinely pleased, and it warmed my heart.

Lily, my younger sister, was already seated at the kitchen table, engrossed in a cereal box. "Morning," she mumbled through a mouthful of cereal when she noticed me. I gave her a nod in response.

As I sat down, my mother placed a bowl of cereal in front of me, the aroma of warm coffee filling the air. The comforting familiarity of a family breakfast was grounding. I was shocked and how she was acting.

The chatter at the breakfast table shifted between school, plans for the evening, and our mother's upcoming engagement. As I listened, I contemplated the changes in my life, knowing that the sleepover invitation could shift the balance.

My mother's suggestion about shopping for pajamas for the upcoming sleepover caught me off guard. It was a rare occasion when she made a suggestion like this, and it added an extra layer of anticipation to my day. I nodded, my curiosity piqued. "Yes, I'll do that," I replied with a newfound excitement.

After breakfast, I gathered my school bag and headed out the door, ready to embark on another day of classes, knowing that the looming weekend held the promise of a new adventure and a potential turning point in my life.

Of course, let's dive into the day with a wealth of detail:

The morning sun, still low on the horizon, painted the sky in shades of soft pinks and oranges as I embarked on my familiar route to school. The crisp autumn air carried a hint of woodsmoke and the promise of a new day.

As I approached the school gates, my gaze fixed on something out of the ordinary. There stood Emily, her bright presence impossible to miss. Her long, raven-black hair framed her face, and her eyes sparkled with excitement as she waved energetically in my direction. "Hey, y/n!" she called out, her voice as vibrant as her personality.

Meeting her midway, I couldn't help but return her warm smile. "Morning, Emily," I greeted her, a subtle curiosity piqued by her early presence.

Emily couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "I've been counting down the days to the sleepover, y/n! I can't wait for tomorrow night!"