You Can't Escape (Purple Guy/ Vincent's past book 2)

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I shoved my hands into my pocket and walked down to the high school.

I was missing today because of the packing, but, I'll go to see the new kids.

I heard that there are a couple of new kids coming to 10th grade with me, so I decided to come here and meet them.

I walked inside the school, everyone staring at me as I passed.

I put down my hood and made sure that my long purple hair covered my scars.

I walked down the hallway and waited a while in front of a classroom door.

I looked inside to see 3 unfamiliar faces and 6 familiar faces.

The six were Connie, Finn, Freddy, Bonnie, Mike, and Jeremy.

The three were easy to describe.

One guy had thick glasses with orange shaggy hair, another had a box over his head...weird.

The last was a girl. She looked my age, but I couldn't really tell.

She had orange pretty hair that was long. She was actually kinda cute.

Anyways, I just kinda sat next to a locker for a little.

Finally the bell rang and teens burst out of the doors.

That one girl came out and I tried talking to her, but she didn't hear. So, I didn't say a word to her.

I walked over to the red head and started a conversation.

"Oh, hey. Are you new here?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, I'm Fritz Smith. Nice to meet you...er.." he said.

"Vincent. My name is Vincent. So, do you like it here, Fritz?" I asked him.

"Yeah, sorta. I miss my old friends though...everyone here thinks I'm a worthless nerd." he said.

"Everyone here thinks I'm a murderer. So, you're not alone." I said.

"Can I ask why they call you a murderer? You look normal to me." he said.

"My sister died and Mike Schmidt spread a rumor about me being her killer even though she died saving him. Sucks right?" I said with a slight laugh.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked...also, Mike Schmidt spread a rumor about me too." he told me.

"It's fine. Also, what did he say about you?" I asked.

"That I'm a worthless nobody who had no friends in my old school, also that I had some contagious disease so people must stay away from me." he said frowning.

That must've sucked.

"Well, see ya later." I said.

"Bye," Fritz said, walking off.

The other guy looked plain creepy with that box on his head. No way was I going near that guy.

I quickly escaped the building by using the back, only to be saved from the look of hatred in the student's eyes.

I made my way down the street to my next destination. The next destination--ha, I just realized that I had been planning this for so long.

For five whole years, I'd planned the biggest mistake of my life.

If only it was a mistake, more like on purpose.

For five years, I've created maps, blueprints, plans on paper, rules, lists, and which weapon I'd use.

I even found out where this place hides their keys at.

I reached for my backpack and carefully slid it off my back, opening it.

I pulled out a knife and put it in my pocket of my sweatshirt and put my backpack back on.

I began briskly walking in front of the pizzeria, opening its large doors.

"Now, just like I practiced..."