Chapter 3

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I said that i prefer fictional monsters rather than real life monsters right? I forgot to tell you this but I love paranormal stuff... Like really love it. And creepy stuff.

And one of my real life monsters is school. That horrible place. Hell that's what I call it. I'm what people call a loner I don't have a lot of friends. I'm sorry I bet you were expecting me to have a butt load of friends and say that they don't know me or arnt my real friends. But no I don't have many friends.

You know how there is groups in school? I've never really been part of a group. You see all of those popular girl groups, yeah those groups I hate to say it but those girls are bitches. OK I'm in 8th grade now I've got this friend Whitney I call her wolf though. Well she is my only friend in this school.

I woke up my alarm was going off I get up in a daze go to my phone and see the time... 6:00 damn I have to get up. I go to my bathroom brush my teeth and do my business. I throw on whatever's in my drawers and go eat a bowl of cereal. By the time I'm done
eating and goofing off its 6:50 ughh time to wake up my mom it takes 20 minutes to drive to school she drops my brother first then me. I kiss her goodbye get out of the car and watch as she drives away then I turn and face one of my worst enemies it has 4 concrete walls and looks like a prison, guess what it is. School.

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