A friend or killer?

Kinsy's pov

I feel like I've been running forever. But what was I running from? My insanity? Or myself?

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I woke up around 6:59 am. "Crap, I'm gonna be late." I said. So I got up, got dressed and headed to school. As I arrived at school, and headed inside I was greeted by an annoying voice. "Hey kenny". (( that's what all my friends call me)). "Hey Sofia". "Why are you late again?" She asked. "...... I had anouther dream again." I replied. "Oooh about Jeff the killer?" She laughed. "He is real!" I yelled at her. "Sure he is." She said walking to class. "..... I will prove he is real." I thought. Later on that day I talked to Sofia (( the over excited one)) and Tracie (( the stern one)). I wouldn't call myself over excited or stern. I prefer to stay calm, but I have a major temper. All I really want is someone to understand me more than my friends do. I know Jeff the killer is real.... Sofia believes in Ben, and Tracie believes in hoodie. We all have our beliefs. We all have our personalitys, but is there anyone who understands us?