I get to my closet and pick out a nice looking shirt that is black it has a picture of Jeff the killer on the back. I love creepy pasta, especially Jeff the killer. I flop on my bed and play ny music as my phone starts ringing. As a blonde I accidentally push decline. I think to myself I need a lot of help as I laugh out loud. I put a pair of ny skater jeans on and walk to my car. I drive to the school but I stop at Starbucks. I order a large vanilla bean for us to share. I guess I am just that type of person. I leave the building with my alarm going off for the dance so I leave immediately. I race UN the door and I see her in the corner on the floor balling her eyes out.
