Lost Time (A Creepypasta Story)

An Average School Day

     I wake up at 5:30Am and quickly get ready for school. I slip on my ripped jeans and my Pierce The Veil shirt. I tie my converse and make sure I have everything I need. My feet move slowly to the front door, then pick up speed. My mind races though the memories of the weekend and I eventually conclude it was all real. I sigh and open the door and walk out. As I close the door my dad grabs my arm and I turn around to face him.

     I don't see my dad grabbing my arm. Actually I don't see anyone. I sigh and shut the door. I walk to school and when I'm halfway there I realize I'm late, really late. About 30 minutes late. 'God, can this day get any worse' I think to myself as I run towards school.

     As soon as my school is in sight I hear a bell ring for what I think is second block. I quickly and quietly slip into Mr. Lucerne's class. They take role.

Alex

Here

Andy

Red hair and blue eyes are the rarest combination In the world.

Athena

Here

Bella

Here

Beverly

Here

Caleb

I refuse to acknowledge that I am presently in this classroom

Chloe

Presentó

Lilly

Here

     I glance around the classroom ' I'm so tired' I think setting my head on the desk. I slightly doze off. My head jerks off the table just in time for my name.

Whitney

Heerrre

Ziah

"Here" I say loud enough for the teacher to hear but no one else.

      I see there is a new kid in class. He looks kinda short and I have a feeling he is going to get picked on for wearing a 'Zelda' outfit. I feel kinda bad for him.

     'I hope lunch comes soon' I think as I feel my stomach growling. Luckily lunch is in only an hour. I take notes like a good student.

     I almost fall asleep, then I hear the bell ring. I grab my stuff and go to my locker. I put away my stuff and grab my lunch box of goodies, my phone, a book, and a pencil. I walk out the door and onto the patio, (I usually eat outside), I sit in a corner on the stairs. I open my lunch box and take a bite of a sandwich I made.

     I watch all of the teens (more like hormonal wanna be's) gossip with their friends, running around like chickens with their head cut off, comparing how developed they are, or having make out sessions ( not just girl on guy.)

     I sigh and take another bite. Everyone has their own little click. I'm just sitting alone on the stairs. I would try to make friends but I always end up depressed one way another. I'm one of those average kids that no one notices. I'm not bullied  because I'm not noticed but I also can't talk to anyone without them asking me who I am. So my conclusion is to stay away from people.

     I look down in my lunch box and see a note.

Dear  Ziah,

      I just wanted to say I'm sorry about last night. Haha just kidding. Anyway you need to head home right after  school today. Ziah. I'm not kidding. If you go to the park today you will regret it.

                   Made without love for my dear daughter,

                                     Dad.

     Well, I guess I can cross out 'being a kid' from my list. I feel eyes watching me, but I don't know who could see me, I'm basically invisible to Everyone. I look around.

     The new kid, he's watching me. I see him nod and then he runs off into the field. I shrug it off ' his friends dared him to' was my only thought. I finish up my lunch and throw away my trash, then the bell for 3rd block rings.

     I walk into my social studies class and pretend to listen. Mrs. Makley sure is boring, how is she even married?

     The rest of the school day sense to last unexpectedly long compared to How it DiD before lunch, but eventually it ends. I grab my blue backpack out of my locker and shut it. I get out of school and start walking to my little sister's school. 'Dad' takes her to school while I have to walk. Today I have to pick her up because Dad has work. Oh well she is a good child and I like her, but I think she might grow up to be a prep or a brat because Dad spoils her. If your wondering why I'm calling him 'Dad' it's because he forces us to, and he hasn't told us his real name so I just call him Dad, it's easier than saying the man that locks me in a room in his house and rapes me. Right?

      Shaylinn (my sister) is waiting outside of her school for me. I see a girl in a pink dress holding a teddy bear standing next to her.

     "Who's your friend" I ask Shaylinn in a cheerful tone as soon as I'm close enough.

      Shaylinn looks at the girl "oh this is Sally we are both in third grade together, she's new and really nice" shaylinn says and Sally giggles.

     " oh " I say 'she finally made a friend' I think to myself

     "she was wondering if we could walk her home" Shaylinn says in a song-like tone.

     "Sure. Where does she live" I say wondering why no one came for her.

     Sally looks at my and smiles brightly "it's not that far away, I'll show you guys"

      We follow Sally home