Y/N POV Yes! I finished all of my homework in class. The teachers didn't catch me this time. This means a whole weekend not having to worry about school work.
I listened to the rest of the lecture, wrote down some notes, looked out the window a few times. The light from the sky was gray, but it still illuminated the classroom. I wanted to be out already.
Ms. Kelly went over the homework and dismissed us after the bell rang. The class got up to get their things ready to go. I was already packed up and ready. I practically ran out of that classroom. I couldn't stand the smell of loose leaf paper anymore.
I opened my locker quickly, threw all of my books in, and exited.
I took a deep breathe in, "Ah, fresh air," and then I took a deep breathe out. I'm tired of this lame school. It began drizzling outside. I love rain, so I decided to take my time in walking home, hoping that it would eventually start raining harder. I actually decided to take a detour to the corner store. As I walked, I looked around. I looked at the other side of the road to the sidewalk. There was a little boy in a blue raincoat reaching his pale hand upwards on his tippy toes. He was reaching for a red balloon stuck in a tree.
I felt bad for the boy. I could hear him sobbing and struggling to reach. I stopped walking. Do a good deed (Y/N). Don't wuss out on this poor kid, I told myself. I went up to him. "Hi there. Is this your balloon?" I asked him. He stopped reaching and looked away from me. I thought he was embarrassed. The balloon was too high for me to reach.
What should I do now? Run away? This is embarrassing for me. What should I tell him? I turned to face him. He seemed to be pointing at something. It was a ladder right there on the side walk! "Oh, perfect. Thanks!" I told him. I hadn't even seen that when I walked over here. It came out of nowhere. I grabbed the heavy ladder and placed it against the bark of the tree. Uh, I really hope I don't fall. This would be even more embarrassing and I'll end up hurting myself. I dropped my empty book bag next to the ladder.
I began climbing. The ladder wobbled. I luckily didn't have to go too high. I reached for the white string of the balloon with my right hand, and grabbed on to the ladder with the left one. "Got it!" I went down three steps and then hopped off. The boy was really close in front of me, but the hoodie from his rain coat made it too dark too see his face. It was kinda creepy. "Here you go," I handed it to him.
"Thank you," he told me in his little high pitched voice. He hugged my waist. I placed my hands on his tiny little shoulders. OMG. His hands were grabbing my ass. I pushed him away from me. "Hey you little shit! What are you doing?!" I yelled at him. He ran away, laughing, before I could continue to yell at him. "Ugh! I hate kids," I said in disgust.
I continued walking to the store. I entered. I grabbed some chocolate bars, some hair bands, and a pack of my favorite gum. Hm. There was no one at the register. I rang the bell on the counter. No one appeared. I realized it became awfully quiet. No music, no cars passing by, no people.
I looked through a window on my right. There were no houses, no streets, no trees, nothing. I rang the bell more.
"Oh, hiya!" I jumped and got startled. In front of me was a 6 foot tall clown. A literal clown. 🤡 A scary looking clown. I could only see it's torso and up. His legs were hidden behind the counter. He wore an odd looking..shirt?..with red buttons and a red waist strap on it. A large and odd looking collar. He appeared to be wearing white makeup and two red, vertical slits on each eye down to the corners of his mouth. He had a red nose, big lips, and yellow eyes.
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I screamed so loud. I just stood in shock, as he continued staring at me, completely still. My brain snapped back to reality and I ran to the exit, knocking everything down that was in the aisle. I tried opening the door, it wouldn't open, IT WOULDN'T OPEN. "No no no no no no no no," I kept on saying as I slammed my hands on the door so hard that my hands were going to bruise. "HELP!" I screamed, yelled, and cried. It still stared at me. I got up. I grabbed a bag of chips from a nearby aisle, and I threw it at him. HE MOVED HIS HEAD. His smile dropped. "Oh god oh god oh god," I said. "FUCK OFF! Leave me alone! Please," I begged as a hyperventilated.
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It wasn't doing anything. Was this just a sick joke? "Thanks," it said. He sounded like a child...the same child who touched me inappropriately. I didn't think much of it. I was still terrified. "Enough you piece of shit!" I stood up. I approached it. The counter separated us. "This isn't funn-" it completely ignored me and it grabbed me by my neck. I chocked. I couldn't breathe. "Do you like this?" he said in a playful voice. It pulled me closer and licked my face with the longest and slimiest tongue I had ever seen. My crotch felt wet. I peed myself. "Hoho, isn't that cute," he told me as he extended his arm that held me up with to get me farther away from him. "It looks like I need to change someone's diaper, hehehe," it giggled. I tried kicking. But it was to no avail. "I'll save you for later, hehe," it dropped me. I caught my breathe, chocking and grabbing my neck," the music in the store came back on, everything on the shelf was back in order and outside, everything was back. I ran home, crying, shaking.
