I chucked on my favourite Shane Dawson hoodie. Another day at school, another day at hell. I couldn't stand it there. Threw some black leggings on and slipped into my ragged checkered vans. I paced down into the kitchen to see my mother opening yet another bottle of beer. No surprise there. I didn't even bother to say bye, I just walked out with a dreaded frown on my face. I could hear her screaming behind me but I didn't stop. I just kept on walking. I put my earphones in and played my go to playlist: emo tunes. My favourite song 'car radio' by twenty one pilots started playing and I trekked to school. I really couldn't be bothered, I may as well skive. So I took a sharp left far from the school. I could see some people from my year but I pulled my hood up and dragged my feet onwards. Finally I made it to the local park when I saw someone or something lurking in the corner. I decided to check it out because I was bored and I felt suspicious. As I got closer, I realised it was a person who looked like there were in some kind of disguise. I decided to turn back when I felt a hand on my shoulder...
