Chapter 1: My Life

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Hey guys, this is my first chapter so be easy on me. I love creepypastas so I will be writing a lot of them with my friends so yeah. my favorites Hoodie.Enjoy, or dont, i dont care.

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like any other day, I woke up with messy hair and dark circles under my eyes. I usually fell asleep at 2 or 3 in the morning, but today was my least favorite day,Monday. My name was grace Hanson. I'm 17 years old and a junior at trusthurst highschool, in Virginia. others didn't like me because I was pale, anorexic, and I was marked emo because of my light blue hair with some dark strands in it that would cover my left eye. I would where a black hoodie with black skinny jeans. I was the quiet type to not really talking at all. when I was 10, my parents died in a car accident. A semi knocked them off the road into a ditch upside-down. they were my only family I had, so I lived alone. I looked at the clock it says 7:12. so I got up and flipped the switch to the lights. I was blinded for a second by the sudden flash from the lights. I rubbed my eyes and opened up the closet. I had a lot of money for my parents life insurance to last me about 8 years. but since I was alone, I needed a job. I now work at a pharmacy after school till 6pm. It was right across the street from my school so I wouldn't be late. I've been working there for about 7 months now. After opening the closet, I grabbed a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. I went to the bathroom and took a shower. When I got out I put the clothing on. I grabbed my phone and backpack then walked down stairs. I went to a diner that was near my house and ate some eggs, Bacon, and toast. when I was finished I looked at my phone. 8:21." Oh Shit!!" I yelled not to loud while grabbing my things, leaving 12, and sprinting off. I arrived at the bus stop too late. It took of and all the kids on the bus laughed."son of a bicth. I'm going to be late again." I ran as fast as I could to the school and arrived at 8:37. My teacher ms. Johnson turned to the doorway where I was standing as well as the hole class."Well it looks like an hour of detention for you ms. Henson." she hissed. And with that I hurried to my seat at the back of the class and took my seat. as everybody laughed again. I put my hood on and layed my head down on the desk."I hate Mondays"

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Hey sorry if its to short and boring, but its the first Chapter guys. Next week is Chapter 2 so comment and vote. I'm out.

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