The names Alice nice to meet ch'a! Now if you going to read this then just know there's crazy people in here and if you open the book then you should know these crazy people have been know to BITE!
If you want to skip it to the creepypasta part the...
I pulled out my sketch book and started doodling until the bell rang. The teacher walked into the class and everyone calmed dow going back to their seats.
"Goodmorning class" Miss Davidson said with a cheery smile, Miss Davidson had long blond hair and light green eye's she was a nice teacher all thou she didn't like me for som reason, she always yells at me for doing the slightest thing wrong. Nevertheless, i continued to doodle and ignore her and the rest of the class. When homeroom was over i had to walk to English wich was my first lesson as i got into the classroom i walked to the back of the class and sat down at my desk, i was seated on the row nearest the window. I pulled out my book and pencil case then began to draw.
"EHEM! Annabell, can you please ay attention to the class" Mister Smith said in an angry voice "I am" i replied to which he just got more angry.
"well then kindly repeat what i just said, if you were listening then you should b-" i cut him off. I was getting tired of hearing him yell. "sherlock was a very clever detective, he was able to solve any cases you gave him. But where did he live?" the whole class stared at me as i repeated perfectly what the teacher had said "And the answer is -221B backers street in London" the teacher's mouth hung open a little and looked down at the ice of paper he held and then looked back up at me. "Yes....that's right. but please stop drawing stupid pictures and pay more attention" i rolled my eyes and started doodling again.
After that the teacher started talking again and the class turned back around. I was trying to remember that strange dream i had before school and was drawing the man i saw i can't remember much but i know he said that his name was Zalgo. I managed to draw him but it took nearly the whole class to get it right.
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And if i do say so myself i thought that i did a pretty good job.
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The bell ran signaling that it was the end of school and i packed all my things away and walked out the school and into the woods before holly and her gang caught up with me. When i knew i was far enough from the school i stopped running and started walking at a steady pace, i opened my bag and pulled out my lunch box i don't eat my food in school for the simple reason that eating a raw liver isn't classed as 'normal' but when i looked in my bag i couldn't find my lunch box at all. I was sure that i put it in my bag this morning, i stopped walking and started looking through my bag pulling stuff out and dropping them on the ground. I started to panic and sat on the muddy floor pulling everything out of my bag.
"NO!.........NO! NO! NO!" i screamed as i took out the last thing in my bag. All of my books and papers scattered around me.
I snapped i don't know what came over me but i just snapped i couldn't help but think about me digging my teeth into some one and feeling the warm blood run down my skin, the taste of their flesh in my mouth and there screams begging me to stop was hypnotizing. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks making me blush as i thought about what i could do to people but the main person that came to mind was my mom and dad.
"we'll make them scream! they'll be begging for us to stop!" i said quite loudly as i started giggling. I got up from where i was sat and walked to the nearest tree and started punching it as hard as i could. My knuckle's started to bleed but i didn't care i couldn't' feel it anyway, when i was satisfied i put my hands on the tree and leaned forward panting as i tried to calm myself down. I could feel the blood run down my arms and drip on my shoe's. Once i had finally calmed down i stood up straight and looked at the poor tree i had just beaten up, it had a large hole in the middle of it with pieces of bark fell to the ground and mixed with the dirt. I pulled my hand up to my face and liked my elbow leading up to my wrist, licking a trail of blood. I turned around and walked to my bag putting all my books back in my bad. I untied my hoodie from around my waist and put it on, not caring about getting blood on it, i picked up my bag and started walking back home.
