3:33 am •My Chem. Fanfic•

Chapter 1- Bandit

A.N. Hey guys!! This is my first fanfic and origionally it was an assignment for my Lang. Arts teacher but i never finished it. At first it was just a short horror story but I sort of turned it into a fanfiction. I thought it would be cool to upload and see what you guys think. I hope you enjoy and btw I do NOT own the characters, just the plot and dialogue (obviously). In this story Bandit is in 8th grade, just to clarify. Well here it goes!

Bandit's P.O.V.

"Scratch, scratch." It was happening again. I woke up to this strange sound every night- well technically every morning- at the same time. Just to be sure I glanced at my digital clock, and the glowing green letters confirmed my suspision. It was once again 3:33 am and once again I had be awoken to this strange sound.

Then I remembered what usually followed the sound...

I glanced over to the spot that the sound was eminating from. My eyes widened in fear as my suspisions once again were confirmed. There in the corner stood a man, slowly scraping his fingernails along my wall. I drew in breath sharply and he looked up at me. His hazel eyes held my gaze for a second or two before he flashed me his bright white smile and disappeared. I sat there in shock, his white canines piercing my memory.

I woke up later that morning...or rather, dragged myself out of bed later that morning; I hadn't slept since 3:33. I slowly forced myself out of bed and immediatly felt my coffee senses tingling. How sweet, Mom had made coffee.

I lived alone with my mother, Lindsey. My father had abandoned us when I was only two. Even though it was sad to think about and my mother often got upset and the mention of him, I didn't really mind. I had never known him and wasn't quite sure if I would have liked him. So I just left the subject alone.

I trudged to my small bathroom, brushed my teeth, smudged on some eyeliner, and went back to my room to get dressed. I found some black jeans and a Metallica t-shirt so I threw that on, while leaving my skeleton onesie on my bed. So what, I wore a onesie. There's nothing wrong with that. Footie pajamas are cool especially when they have a cute little skeleton on them.

As soon as I got all ready fro school, I literally ran downstairs for my coffee. I sprinted into the room and grabbed it right out of my mom's hands.

"Ahem," she said, eyeing me annoyed.

"Whoa Mom, do you need a cough drop?" I said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and I mumbled, "Thank you."

She nodded with a smile. "No problem sweetie. Have a good day at school, and hurry up because if you're late one more time this year, we'll all be in trouble."

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. I couldn't care less about school. It had nothing to teach me (A.N. I added that part. My Lang. Arts teacher probably wouldn't have liked hearing that). I grunted in response and grabbed a poptart before shuffling my feet towards the door.

As I walked to school, I plugged in my Ipod. Man I love music. It empowers you, motivates you, and in some cases, saves your life. I thought about the affects music had on me as I ate my poptart and drank the dark bitter liquid I love so much.

As I neared the school, I threw away my trash and headed towards the door. Before I could enter however, I saw the one thing I didn't want to see. There standing at the gate, was Corey Taylor. The biggest, meanest, and toughest guy at my school. I bit my lip in frustration, scraping my teeth over my small, metal lip ring.

I tried to use my super ultimate ninja skills to sneak past Corey without him noticing. Unfortunately, I'm not a ninja.

Corey glanced over and saw me. He started towards me. I mumbled a quiet swear (A.N. I also added that xD) and started to walk faster. Unfortunately, i'm also not on the track team.

"Hey, emo freak!" Corey yelled at me even though he was a mere six inches away. "If it was pet day, do you think you would bring a spider or a bat?" I stood there with my eyebrow raised as Corey doubled over in a fit of laughter from his own stupid joke.

I sighed then continued through the doors. Faintly between gasps for air due to his excessive laughing, I hear Corey call me "Bloody Mary."

Hmm. I kind of liked that.

A.N. So there it is, the first chapter! I have much more of this story, but i decided to wait on some feedback before I continue. If you liked it, tell me!! I really enjoy writing and I hope you enjoyed this!

Btw, I get called bloody Mary at school and I too actually like it xD basically the only difference between Bandit and I in this story is that I very much know my father, and I don't have a lip ring...yet. xD

Oh and I love Corey Taylor so don't think I don't! Slipknot is awesome!

Okay well I love you and please tell me what you think of it so far!

Keep Running Killjoys xoxo,

Helena