"You can wear my sweatshirt"

No makeup and some sweat pants on

It was 8 am and Aly was on a bus heading to school. Aly was always anxious before going to school in the morning because she always predicted that she was going to die at her school. But she used headphones to relax and tell her self she'll live another day. And she always hoped someone would serenade her with a stupid pop song that she listened too.

At 8:15 Aly arrived. She had her math class right away where she sat in the front cause she waz smart. And she wanted to believe she could actually be something. As the bell rang she sat in her seat as the math teacher Mr. NotaPimpo
wrote some equations on the board. As she looked up she saw that boy who wore clothes to make him look like a baller glanced upon her and smirked. She shivered. Maybe she was just cold. Or maybe it was something else....

As the class continued she got the feeling that the same young boi who thinks he's got game staring at her. So she turned around and looked at his lazy town looking face and was frightened to realize that she was right...he was looking at her.

Most of her friends thought he wasz cute and maybe he "was" but something didn't feel right about him. Maybe it was his bag. It always seemed to be with him because he refused to put it in his locker. This just didn't feel right to Aly.

She soon remembered she was still staring so quickly looked at the floor still turned his direction. As she was observing the floor she noticed something strange. His bag was moving. At first she thought she was going insane. I mean why would that bag be moving. The young 7 year old boy pretending to be 14 was still looking at Aly as he saw her concerned facial expressions and looked at the ground for himself to see what she was looking at
. He saw what Aly was seeing. The strange boi had a panicked look on his face. He tried reaching for his bag but it was to late.

The sweatshirt was awake and there was nothing he could do.