Ringside Seat ||A Laughing Jack Love Story||

Chapter 1 – Dangerous Criminal

The alarm blasted out the latest news report, rudely waking me from my slumber. I bitterly sat up and stretched as the man who loved his voice kept rattling on. I soon listened to it as I caught a word that grabbed my attention, ‘murder’.

“A body of a little boy was found today hanging in room, pinned to his wall. There was no sign of a struggle so authorities assume it was a friend or family member that caused this horrific death to the little eight year old boy. His name was James and his mother Trish has been taken into custody as they found her at the scene with a knife in hand that stabbed the boy’s heart. Though the woman still claims it was not her that caused this but a monochrome clown named Laughing Jack that James had befriended who is really just the child’s imagination. This woman is now facing justice, time, and possibly a trip to the closest mental hospital.”

I was shocked, that was so horrific! How could they broadcast something like that on the news?

I quickly move over and hit the off button on my alarm so I didn’t have to hear anymore. What a grand way to start the morning, talking about horrible, appalling murder of small children. Always need a dose of that to have a good day.

I stand up and move to get ready to suffer through another wretched day of school.

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Walking through the main hallway I tugged on the hem of my band shirt nervously as I tried avoiding most everyone, but as I approached the group of jocks and preppy girls I knew that one would have to spot me.

I tried angling myself around them, trying to get away but wasn’t stealthy enough as one girl saw me and elbowed her big, tough boyfriend to sic me.

“Hey! Get back over here emo! Come on guys, let’s get her!” he shouts gruffly.

That was the sign to run. With that I dart up the halls as fast as my legs could carry me, weaving around, through, and bumping into kids on the way, slowing me down as the whole football team was now chasing me down.

I bit my lip to stop from crying but soon my long hair was grabbed and I was pulled off my feet and fell on my back on the hard tile. Coughing and trying to catch the breath knocked out of me as they surrounded me.

“You shouldn’t have run.” The quarterback smirks.

I wince and pant, still trying to get air. “L… Leave me a... alone.” I say.

“Nah, we’re going to play a game.” Another says.

“Called ‘Black and Blue’.” One finishes.

I whimper as they began kicking and punching me, their punches hurt like hell. They stung, were they wearing rings?

I wasn’t going to be a helpless damsel so I tried fighting back through the pain, aiming at their pretty faces, their weak spots other than the special place. I soon resulted to kicking as they gave me dead arms. Of course me being me, I aimed for the goods, who needed scum like this to reproduce anyway?

“You fucking bitch!” the one I hit doubled over and fell back.

“Fuck you!” I shout at all of them. “I hope you all die and go to hell!”

“Die you emo bitch!” one quiet one said.

I still fought as kids begun to surround us, chanting ‘Fight! Fight! Fight!’ It only stopped then I got a swift kick to the head and everything was going blurry. Spots danced in my vision as everything grew slower, including their chants then nothing.

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Hey there! Welcome to Ringside Seat! A laughing jack love story by EmoResurrection's Rebel and Roman (:
Hope you'll enjoy this story! It'll get better soon :D

The photo on the side is Paris Caster our main character with her firey red hair and emerald green eyes. The video is "Welcome to the show" a creepypasta tribute video. 

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