To Hell and Back (A Creepypasta FanFic)

1. Meatloaf

I nervously picked at my meat loaf. It was leftovers from about….hm…. which I decided to eat as breakfast this wonderful late morning. After I managed to get myself, uh, un-blood stained, I just grabbed the meatloaf and came to school. Now I’m sitting in my register class, nervously picking at what was meatloaf.

“Aw, eww, gross, when’s that from, 1867?” Serena, my best-friend since Grade 4 said, holding her hand over her nose, trying to block the smell out. I guess it did smell horrid, I just didn’t notice because I’m used to much worse. I then closed the lunch box and walked over to the dustbin in the side of the room,  before just throwing the lunch box in and walked over to my desk.

“I think I’ll survive until lunch…” I mumbled, making Serena giggle. Serena was wearing a simply white dress today with a big black floral pattern flower on the left side. Her chocolate hair was tied back into a neat bun, with two curled strands on the side in front of her ears. Her brown eyes were behind….hm….

“Since when does Miss. Heartwing wear glasses?” I said, leaning on my elbows. She blushed slightly, barely noticeable but you could tell she was embarrassed.

“S-shut up! I got them over the vacation!” She said, looking away slightly. I smiled.

“I would call you ‘four eyes’, but seriously, so cliché.” She faced me and smiled. I smiled back.

“It’s so cool that we’re in the same class again.” She said and I nodded.

“Yup! This is going to be a fun year!” I said, beaming brightly. She then smiled evilly.

“And this year, we are so finding you a boyfriend, Miss. Benton!” She said, and I blushed. I’m 14 now and I never once had a boyfriend, but that’s because I’m so damn shy! I may not seem that way now but that’s only because I’m with Serena, my sister.

“I-I-I, no! Just no! Seriously, Serena. I’ve got a lot on my mind already, I don’t need a boy making it worse.” I said, sighing at the end. She grinned.

“Oh really. What could Miss. Benton possibly have on her mind at the first day of school?” I sighed.

“Well of you must know…. School, you, new year, you, my alive breakfast, you, boys, you, girls, you,  um what else…” I said, tapping my chin in thought. She slightly punched my shoulder.

“Ug, come on Rachel, cheer up! It’s going to be a fiiine year.” She said, dragging the ‘i’ out. I scratched the back of my neck nervously. Yeah sure, if only you know what I have to live with…

“Alright class! Take your seats!” Everyone went to their seats, Serena sitting in front of me. “It is a new year, I am Mister Simons. Your register teacher.” I couldn’t help but feel a strange vibe coming off from Mister Simons. Well with the way he looks no wonder… He had straight and perfect black hair, jelled back. His eyes were so dark brown, it could almost be called black. His skin was a lot paler than everyone else, and he wore a neat black suit, with a white shirt and a black tie. But he freakiest thing was, is that he was so freakishly tall!

“Oh my word, Mister Simon is so weird looking!” Serena said as we exited register class and made our way to our first class of the year, math. It’s a terrific way to start the year. Note no sarcasm. I actually enjoy it, it makes so much sense to me!  

“I know right! Seriously, I’m sure if we looked in the world records he’ll be there.” I said.

“For tallest man, naturally.” Serena added. I nodded.

“but he’s a new teacher, isn’t he? He wasn’t here last year, was he?” I shook my head.

“I’m honestly not sure, but I never heard of a Mister Simons.”  She nodded in agreement.

“Hello girls.” Our math teacher, Miss Bence said. We also had math with her last year, she’s nice.

“Hello Miss Bence.” We greeted as we made our way to the back of the class and sat down. Everyone else were still lingering in the halls.

“Hey Serena.” Matt, your stereotypical jock, came over to us. Serena nervously sat back in her chair. “I heard a rumour that you like to party.” He said, and neither of us said anything. He then looked to me.  “And who’s this?” I bit my lip in shyness and looked down. He shrugged.  “A shy one, hey? Don’t you worry. Both of you come to my party on Saturday and then you’ll never be shy again.” He said, before moving to his seat at the front. Matt was honestly the weirdest kid you will ever meet. Every second day he’s high. And his stereotypical jock look? There’s a story behind it.

Lucy, one of our old friends, was at the moment Matt’s girlfriend. One day after his football practice she came and told us what happened.

“I asked him what’s with his look, I mean like, he’s the only one who dresses like that. He’s not even the quarterback! He said that if he looked like that, he’ll be more popular, since everyone will notice him. And he dyed his hair blonde just for that. Ug! I’m so dumping him tomorrow. I’m not dating someone who’s as crazy as that and takes drugs between classes. Seriously…”

 “Alright class! We will begin with revision of last year! So let’s start with algebra.” The teacher informed us, and I’m pretty sure that even if you stood outside, 3 floors down, you could hear the groans of annoyance from our class.