Creepypasta fanfic stereotypes that got made into an actual fanfic

Chapter 1

Hai. I read a Creepypasta cliche book by IsabellaSnyder5 and I really liked it, so I decided to make an actual fanfic about it. I hope you like it! ^^

Jenifer's POV

I love school. That's all I have to say. I walk up the stone steps to highschool. I have plenty of friends, I'm popular, I make good grades, and I'm not some emo freak, I'm the most popular girl in the whole school.

I see people waving (as usual) but I don't wave back. I'm way to good for those freaks. Not trying to be mean tbh, I just don't have enough time. I go to my locker. I'm greeted by all my friends. "Wow! Nice skirt Jenny!", my friend Skylar says."Thanks!", I say twirling my hair. She is the stupidest girl ever. I take my books out and walk to class. Math.

I take my seat and wait for the bell to ring. "I heard there's a new kid.", my friend Robin says.

"Just as long as it's not another freak", I mumble."Yea", he says.

Soon enough the bell rings. Our teacher walks in, "hello class. We have a new student!", as she says it a boy about my height with a white hoodie, neck length black hair, and sickly pale skin creeps out behind her. The teacher whispers something in his ear and he begins to talk."Hi. My name is Jeff.", he mumbles.

Then I see Robin get up."Speak up emo freak!!", he yells as he throws a paper ball at him. The whole class erupts into laughter, including me. I feel kind of bad for him though.. But whatever at least it's not me....
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Jeff's POV

I walk to my locker. School freaking sucks. I reach into my pocket for some gum. I reach my hand around in the pocket, and my hand finds the paper ball. I take it out and unfold it. EMO FAG!! I roll my eyes and toss it in the trash. I'm used to this already, so it doesn't bother me.

As I throw it away I fell a tap on my back. "Hey dude.", BEN says."Hey", I quietly say, "how's it going so far?"

BEN shakes his head, "ya know..". I nod my head. I already know what he's going to say, we have like kind of a telepathic connection. He's really the only person who gets me.. Along with the other pastas. I wonder how they're doing....
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Masky's POV

The bell rings. Crap I'm late to class! I think. I quickly pull out my schedule, I guess I have science. I hurriedly run down the hall to class. I swing open the door and take a seat. I put my hood on and hope no one notices me, so I can skip introducing myself, I have a terrible fear of public speaking.. Well, unless it's in front of my victims.

"Ah! There you are Timothy! How about you come up here!", my teacher Mr. Johnson says. I really just wish I could just sink into floor, but it's hopeless, ill have to go up there sonnet or later.

I hesitantly get up and take my hood off. I continue to look at the floor, "My name's Tim. I have a brother named Brian", I say. "How about you look at the class, son", my teacher says as he pats my back.

Fuck it. I shoot my head up, "my names Tim and I have a brother named Brian!", I say, louder and more confidently. But that wasn't a good idea. Some people snicker and some people burst out laughing. My cheeks turn red from embarrassment. Great first day at school, idiot.

A/N: I hope you liked it!! One of the stereotypes was that the OC is always emo and mysterious, that's not the case though, this one (Jenifer) is a popular bitch who wears her pride on her sleeve. You should really check out IsabellaSnyder5 book (Creepypasta cliche). Thanks for reading!!