Ch.2 Bald Teachers = Terrifying People

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Okay so I may just tone down the uh "craziness" in my story by just a tad bit. And since I'll tone down the crazy I'll actually try and write this story I guess.  Enjoy my half-assed writing



My head was flooded with crazy ideas of what that figure could be. No matter how outlandish the idea was, I grabbed it went 'oh yeah that makes sense'
At the moment I've come up with it's an alien looking for a bride and I hope that bride isn't me because I'll only hoe around for Mr.Phillips.
Speaking of which he had gotten pretty quiet...

I looked up from the paper that was handed out a few minutes ago and over to Mr.Phillips who was sitting at his computer typing away.
Confused, I nudged Tampa's arm with mine and motioned down at the paper. She wrote down something on her paper and slide it over for me to read.
'work due by the end of class stupid.'
Tampa took her paper back and started working on it again.
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Goddamnit!

After hours of listening to the clocks taunting tics it was finally the end of the school day.
Tampa and I were high tailing it out of the school with a teacher hot on our trail.
"What the hell did we do?!" I shouted to Tampa who was glancing back at the teacher.

She turned back to look at me a toothy smile on her face. "We were trying to break into the teacher's break room to find something of Mr.Phillip's to take!"
"I see no problem whatsoever with that!"
"I know right!" Tampa glanced back again and tensed up. She turned to look at me with worry evident in her features. "Uh he's gaining on us!!!"
I glanced back and sure enough the bald bastard was gaining on us. And quick!
"I know! Let's split up! You turn down the alleyway up ahead and start running back home. I'll continue running straight and try and lose him before going home."
"You're a genius (y/n)! Make sure you text me when you get home though."
I nodded at her and she gave a wave as she veered into the alleyway and disappeared into the shadow.
Thank God I was right about the egg head behind me not going after Tampa.
"Stop right there young lady!"

I looked back and stuck my tongue out and flipped him off before running even faster.
Hah fucking loser doesn't know what I'm about to put him through.

I ran right into a traffic filled street and started weaving around the honking cars. I slide over the hood of a car like they do in the movies and felt like a badass.
Too bad my sick maneuvers didn't trick the geezer cause he was still hot on my trail. Like he was so close he could smell my sweaty pits and that ain't cute lemme tell you.
I dashed into a crowded grocery store that I knew always had an open back door due to past experiences.
I dodged many obstacles and managed to make it out of the store without bumping into anyone which honestly is an accomplishment in my opinion.
I peered back and to my luck Mr.Usain Bolt was still chasing after me.
Jesus did this man drink 10 cans of red bull before coming after Tampa and I????
That's a terrifying thought. It's hard to stop a person once they drank 1 can but 10 was a whole different story.
While trying to think of a way to escape I noticed the fire escape latter and that's when a new plan blossomed.
I grinned as I climbed my way up the latter. Up and up,I climbed higher and higher all the way up to the roof of the apartment complex.
I heard Baldie's foodsteps echo on the metal latter which signaled for me to continue running.
My (h/l) (h/c) hair swished in the light wind as I fleed for my well.... Life?  My school life sounds more right but who cares I'm running on roofs to escape a crazy ass teacher.
I saw the gape between this building and the next moving closer and closer to me.
I leaped over the gape and I swear my heart stopped for a second or two while I was midair. Thankfully my heart started beating again when I landed on the other side of the gape.
I kept this up until I saw in one of the gapes that there was an open window that I could slip into easily.
I checked back and sure enough Mr. crazy was still there on my heels but I managed to get about a 100 ft between us which was perfect.
I came upon the next gape and instead of jumping up I jumped down and onto the fire escape that was closest to the window. I leaped through the window and did a tumble  before moving away from the window to keep out of sight.

I sat there frozen in place for a few minutes the only sound was my pounding heart in my ears and my heavy breathing. Oh and the sound of keys jingling in a door.
Wait a damn minute....
My head snapped so quick to the door that I swear I most snapped my neck.
The next few moments happened so quick that I could almost call it a second.
A woman in her early 30's came through the door, her arms filled with grocery bags. Her eyes landed on me and just as quickly as she spotted me she let out a terrifying screech.
I instantly dipped back through the window and climbed back down the fire escape.
Once my feet made contacted with the ground I stood still and listened for angry shouting or any sign that Mr.Walenski was still after my cheeks.
A minute passed by.
Then 2.
And after a full 5 minutes I finally heaved out a deep sigh that I didn't realize I was holding in.

Now it was time to get home!

And with the snap of my fingers and fanfic magic I was teleported home which would've just been a timeskip.

I looked up at my house and smiled a bit at it.
Man I hate those teachers.
I walked up to the front door and tried the handle....only for it to be locked.
....the Lord is testing my patience today, isn't he...

In a huff of angry I picked up a rock from the flower bed and ran over to the front window and raised my arm above my head. As I was about to strike the window the rock I stopped.

Wait minute... If I did this then mom would totally beat my ass with this very rock. Hell nah.
Deciding against getting my ass beat I tossed the rock back into the flower bed and just went to the back of the house.
I pulled a Tarzan move and hoped the fence like the gorilla Tarzan would've wanted me to be. I face planted the pavement which made a loud 'slap' sound.
I let out a muffled groan and sat up to rub my now red face.
I fully stood up and jiggled the back door to check if it was unlocked, thankfully, it was.
I walked in and immediately noticed the absence of my mother.
"Hm she must be working a late shift." I mumbled to myself as I walked over to the pantry and grabbed a bag of    (f/c) -favorite chip-.
I ditched my shoes by the back door and ran up the very stairs I fell down this morning.
I got up to my room and closed the door with my foot. That's when I remembered I had to text Tampa!
I grabbed my chips in my mouth and fished my phone out of my back pocket.
"It's a miracle that this bad boy didn't fall out during my high speed." I muttered as I pulled up Tampa's contact and clicked call.
Ring...
Ri-
"(Y/n)!!!!"
The bitch didn't even ring 2 times...

"Ahoy Tampa!"
"Don't act so cheery with me! Did you get caught? Are you at the police station?!"

I rolled my eyes at her questions before answering her.
"No I think I will. No and no. There! All your questions are answered. Happy now?"
"Not quite but whatever. Anywho! While I was nervously waiting for you to text I came up with something we can do in the summer."

I walked over to my bed and flopped down.
"Summer is like not even a week away and your planning to do shit already?"
It was quiet on the other end for a second and then Tampa finally spoke again.
"Shut up nerd. It's never too early. Now back to the plan, I was thinking we could go camping !"
Camping???
"If you went camping it would turn to into glamping."
I could hear an offended sound come from Tampa and some jumbled words.
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Well that's a wrap for ch 2. I still don't know if I want to write obnoxiously or seriously so I'll probably just play around with it.
FYI if the spelling at the beginning is trash it's because I wrote it at 3AM
Later Gators
Edit: I'm just trying to build up the story right now (in the shittiest way possible in my opinion) so that you don't just get a flavorless story ya know? The Creepypasta characters will probably come in a chapter or two I dunno yet I'm just rolling here.
UHHH I FUCKING HATE THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH IM GETTING SUCH BAD VINES EVERYTINE J SEE THE RITLE GOD WHY DID I WRITE THIS LMAOOOO IM DONT EVEN WANNA TEY FIXING IT SO GOOD LUCK

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