[Creepypasta Stories] Clockwork's Origin "Your Time Is Up"

Chapter 2: The Weird Girl At School

 "We're here." She looked at a large sign in the school that read 'Walker Vill Institute for the Creative Fine Arts.'/ She sighed tirely and stepped out, putting her backpack on her shoulder. "see ya." she said, closing the car door. She walked into the school and chatted with a couple of friends until she when up to her locker on the third floor, she grabbed her books and before the five minutes of time is over, she ran to class. Her English teacher annoyingly out her hand on Natalie's desk. "Where's your assignment, Miss Ouellette?" Natalie swallowed. "I, um -I forgot it at home." The teacher growled and stood. "Your time is up, Miss Ouellette. Don't disappoint me." Natalie seemed puzzled by the thought for a moment. She didn't know why but those works seem to melt though her. She simply ignored it and went back to listening to the lesson, falling asleep not too long after, of course. Later that day she was heading to her locker for fourth period and suddenly, her boyfriend, Chis, came up to her. "Hey... talk to me after school, okay?" She smiled lovingly at Chris though strangely, she didn't expect anything. He was always a sweet guy. 

 During her Friend class, she dared not to pay attention instead, she doodled a thing she loved to draw: Blood,gore, people being stabbed, and knives. Other people say that it's pretty dark of her to draw such things but she saw nothing wrong with it. For a strange reason, it was almost normal to her. "Miss Ouellette!" She quickly covered her drawings on her paper and looked up at her Friend teacher. "Yes..." He gestured her to move her arms with a slight turn of his head. 

Show me your work/" She hesitantly moved her arms to show the picture of someone being stabbed. The teacher stared, puzzled looking at her a bit. She smiled nervously. "Erase that and get started on your work.." He said in a rather clam tone. He walked away as she sighed and erased the picture. "And Miss Ouellette," she looked up at him. "You time is almost up on getting your work done. I suggest doing it now." She growled at the remark. Time always seemed to be against her. As fat as she cared, time can go fuck itself.