Slender

Chapter Eleven

Chapter eleven

School had been tough for everyone when the news first hit. The two girls who had been missing were from two totally different cliques. One was a prep, so all of the snobby Hollister model girls were crying and setting up memorials and school assemblies for her during the first few weeks. I mean they did that for the other girl too, but they just weren’t as enthused or dedicated on her part. The other girl was from the average clique. Somewhat like my own except hers involved with girls and mine was all boys except for Talia and Hope. Her name was Maddie Kenbridge. I remembered her as that quirky twig girl with frizzy brown hair from that Halloween party last year. Her friends mourned in silence, while Theresa Holly’s friends cried and whined in front of the whole school.

I just carried on. I was pretty good with death as long as it wasn’t in any show, movie, game, or book I was obsessed with or any animal. Besides bugs, bugs were gross. I don’t know I guess my whole life I have been accepting to the knowing fact I’m going to die someday and so will everyone else I know. It’s the circle of life. People come and go every day. Plus I love animals way more than people. People suck. My parents call me the anti-social, but I’m not really. I’ll talk to anyone. I’m not really shy unless it comes to talking to adults that I’m not used to. I just don’t like people. I talk all the time, but when family comes down to the house I burrow away into my room to avoid pointless small talk. Why would I talk to someone who has nothing better to say then, “How’s school?” over and over and over again each time we see each other? Or sometimes it’s “Gosh you’re getting big, soon enough you’re going to pass me up!”, or something along those lines. It’s annoying. I just do what I want.

So in school I was fine all besides the relentless overuse of the term Slender or Slenderman. It was annoying and so fatigue. I swear the next time I hear someone start talking to me about Slenderman I’m going to clock them right in the jaw. It had gotten to the point where people have begun to graffiti the ‘Operator Symbol’, as they call it, to road signs and buildings. Just the other day while I was walking down main street with Hope during an in town concert it was on the side of an old brick building next to the gas station. People are writing stories about it in English glass, drawing in art which was already taking place, but I’m just trying to prove a point here, and even doodling them to the top of the desks. Actually one person even suggested doing a Slenderman themed dance which soon turned to be a Halloween themed dance in October coming up in about a month.

So here I was sitting in social studies listening to Mr. Limp drag on about the Spanish soldiers killing a bunch of people. I already knew all of this stuff. What did he take me for, an average student? Oh please. I was the only one who has gotten straight one hundred percents through his class. I tapped my pencil and rolled my eyes at Lucas, and he nodded showing that he was bored too. Lucas was an average student, but he did really well in school, and I knew he was paying attention he just liked to act like he was too cool for that jazz.

I pulled out Artemis Fowl and sat it in my lap as I read under the desk waiting for the bell to ring. When it did I didn’t quite notice at first, because I was to enclosed in the world of Artemis Fowl. I quickly snapped out of the trance as feet rushed across the class room plundering out of the room.

“I noticed you reading under your desk again.” Mr. Limp said as I passed his desk.

“Good eye, I honestly thought you hadn’t even noticed.” I said with a smile as I approached the doorway.

“You know you could pay attention and learn something.” He suggested with a toothy smile on his jock like face.

“I can’t learn something I already know.” I told him flashing a smile and walking out of the room confidently.