Falling In Love With Slenderman

Chapter Three

"What?! Where-" I asked as I woke up in my cold bedroom. I didn't remember getting into bed last night. Actually... I didn't remember ANYTHING from last night.

I don't know why, but I have this feeling that something crazy, something weird, something AMAZING happened but I just can't remember. Oh well. Forget it.

I slump out of bed and shuffle over to the hallway. I walk into the bathroom, do my buissness, and WASH OF COURSE. Then follow the scent of waffles trailing down to the kitchen. 'I'm glad mom's finally home,' I thought.

As I jog into the kitchen brightly, I notice a note hanging on the fridge with a magnet of a honey bee. Oh how I hate the honey bee. It never says anything good. The note read;

"I'm so sorry sweetie. Your father and I are away on a buissness trip in New York City. Please don't be upset. This is our big break and you'll be overjoyed at how much cash we'll bring home. Love you. -Cindy  (mom)

Oh joy. This is lovely. It's no surprise that they're not home. They're never home. They get big wads of cash and they just blow it off on gambling and worthless stuff like glass china and table cloths. To be honest, I dont think I can actually say I love them. I don't think I even KNOW them.

I sit at the small, round, table and eat the cold waffles that my mom has so willingly prepared for me, and didn't even stay to eat them with me.

I look at the time. 8:15.  I don't even bother to rush to make the bus. I'll just get embarrassed when no one sits with me anyway. I've got a bike. No lock, but that's okay because nobody would steal my crappy bike anyways. I don't even know how it stays together after so many years. Sort of like my parents.

I thump through my dimly lit hallway into my grey coloured room. In there, everything's black and white.  Like something out of an old silent film. White sheets, black dresser. Grey walls. White teddy bears that I bought for myself.

I go through my awkward looking clothes, and pick out a cute little crop-top and some skinny jeans. I take a look in the mirror and think to myself, 'Brooke...looking good'. Then I realize that people would make fun of how much of my skin was showing. So I changed into a giant hoodie and a pair of jogging pants. I sigh. I throw on an old pair of red converse and leave. Grabbing my bag on the way out the door.

**AT SCHOOL**

"EW. It's Brooklyn."

"WHAT is that girl WEARING?!"

"Why does she still go to this school?!"

"Um. Who is she again?" I try to brush off the rude comments as best as I can.

As I squeeze between people, they try to shove my books out of my hands and push me to the ground. But I stand tall. Well. As tall as my short legs will let me.

I finally get to my locker without any physical damage. Only to find Leah standing there waiting for me. My best friend since grade school. Yes I'm in high school. Grade 11 to be exact.

"Hey Lee-lee. Are we still going to the movies tonight?" I ask hopefully. She usually turns me down. "Um. Yeah. But listen. Don't call me Lee-lee. Its just WEIRD." Leah whispers then walks away like we weren't just having a conversation. She's been different ever since I became unpopular. It's like she's too cool for me.

I jog to my class seeing as the bell was about to ring. Im NEVER LATE. I guess the whole situation of not remembering what happened last night to Leah acting like a popular loser had me a little shook up. But I just brush off the feeling and get to my first class, history.

***LATER THAT DAY***

I brush my hair into a slick ponytail with my bangs bobby-pinned up in the front. I put on tight skinny jeans and a long sleeve shirt. I put on some light make-up. A bit of white eyeshadow. Lip gloss. And some foundation. To cover up my crater face.

I grab my old, heavy, grey, flip phone (it was the only cell phone that I could afford) and called Leah. One ring. Two rings. Three. Four. Voicemail. "Hey Lee- I mean Leah. It's Brook. I was just calling to see if you wanted to come pick me up now? Well... call me back. Bye," I sigh into the phone as I shut it carefully.

I put on my converse once again, and grab my worn out purse. Off I went to walk all the way to the movie theatre downtown since I'm almost positive Leah isn't coming. Of course today was the day my bike got a flat tire. Just my luck.

As I get there my legs are aching. I walk in and find Leah laughing and talking with the whole cheerleading squad. "Wow. What a great friend YOU are!" I shout. As I storm out of the theatre, I can hear Leah and the rest of the girls snickering. She's gonna get it. She doesn't know who she's messing with.

Thinking about it now, I didn't even know who she was messing with either...