part 2: school....

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The next morning, before school, I had stepped outside for another cigarette, thinking that what happened the previous night was a dream, I kinda laughed to myself, not thinking about it a whole lot, for thinking about it gave me a migraine like no tomorrow.

The fact that I was chuckling about what happened didn't change the fact that, if a dream or not, what I saw is what I saw, and I saw it for some reason. I got picked up by my ride and was off to school, keep in mind that I'm a 16 year old high schooler, I don't just see things anymore, but what I saw on the way to school would change my view on what I saw.....forever.

What I saw in the back of the car, while looking out the front windshield, for a split second, was a taller figure in a black Suit, a pale head, and no face, pop up and then vanish, my paranoia grew stronger.

While in school, the fear and dread grew stronger in me as well, a source, known only to humans as puppet strings, had told me that I am interesting to the pastas, what the hell does this mean? I don't know for sure...I never got a straight answer...

My 3bc block class, out of four blocks, I had life science, although I never did any work, I never passed out, but today was different, I was sitting in class, and had a friend of mine sitting next to me, the day was normal aside from what happened the pervious night, and what happened that morning, I was sitting in my seat watching YouTube videos about pastas, trying to do research about them. I had blacked out halfway through class, when I had come to, I looked at a clock and noticed that I blacked out for about 10 minutes, looking at my notebook in front of me, which I had in my back pack before I blacked out, I had noticed I had drawn a nearly perfect picture of slender, I held my head in my hand and looked at my friend, I asked him if he noticed anything weird and all he told me was I looked like I was awake the entire time...I wanted actual answers, but I still couldn't have them.

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