Your Life as a Creepypasta

Why do you hate me? (Chapter 1)

A big, broad smile spread across your face as you chatted to your average group of friends. You were the class clown of your group, but you were secretly shy and nerdy. You would always try to act cool around the 'jocks', but usually you'd fail and turn bright red. "Y/N!" Your friend chuckled, nudging you. "Huh what?" You stuttered, tripping over face flat. With that loud 'thud', everyone started laughing. You pretended to laugh, but secretly it hurt badly. You got up and waved to your friends. "See you guys later!" You yelled to them, waving to them while walking backwards. You then stumbled over a rock and fell back. You fell with an 'ouch..'. You quickly got up and started walking home. "Y/N!" Someone screamed at you, laughing. You twirled around, gaping at the sight in front of you. Before you could duck under the flying milk carton, it hit you deep in the face. The milk splattered everywhere. On your grey sweater and black tights, even in your hair! You wipe the milk off your face, only to see the group of bullies In front of you. "Why do you hate me!?" you growl at them, rolling your eyes. "What, what are you fucking growling at!? My girlfriend?" Jack snaps back, stepping in front of Tahlia, the girl who threw the milk carton at your face. A smirk spread across her face as her boyfriend started sprinting towards you. Your immediate reaction was flight. You ran the other way, grabbing your bags. You had to admit, you were a decent runner. You start to sprint, your anxiety kicks in and your chest thuds. 'Calm down..' You think, biting your lip as the wind blows through your pony tail. 'The worst he will do will pound you to a pulp..'. You skid around a corner and run down your street. '76, 77, 78!'. You run up your driveway and open the door quickly, slamming it behind you. You fiddle around with the keys as you try to lock it. You can hear them leaving, so you give up on trying to lock it.