I was young, in middle school when it started. My last year of it too. Eighth grade was nearly over. FINALLY. I was basically tortured by other peers. Calling me "weirdo, freak." But the one that they used the most was Ghost Girl because of my skin complexion. I was pale. They always say, "GO OUTSIDE YOU FREAK!" And some physical insults I'd rather not talk about. Let's just say I got these bruises from tripping over something.
I may have seemed to ignore, but for every word to come out of their filthy tongue I held my Anger, and Hatred
It burned into my skin like a glowing brand.
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A Brown Jacket Stained With Blood: A Creepypasta Fanfiction (Masky)
FanfictionDuring a strange happening of current events, in my highschool life, I seem to find myself in a bit of a predicament with my school life. Being an outcast, that has doomed me to be targeted by an evil force since no one would notice my absence. Yet...
