The class clown!

Chapter1

Chapter 1

My life, no fun, no games, it's not just this big happy meal.

People just don't connect with me . Everyone hates me apart from one person and that's my best friend, Richard. Everyone calls him Ricky though. People fancy Ricky but honestly I don't get what they see; all I see is a smart , intelligent guy, with no sense of humour whatsoever … just like me until one day he became the “Class Clown!” ….

Everyday, just another pile of rubbish. I started to get really scared of going home each and every day, I wake up at 6 'o 'clock every day. Eventually half 5 got too hard so I had to raise my sleeping time an extra half hour. Your probably wondering why I’m telling you this, and this is why...

On the morning that my sleep time got raised I woke up too early, I found no point in just going to sleep again as I wasn't tired. I cautiously walked down the old dilapidated stairs and made my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and took the orange juice carton from the fridge. I poured in half a glass of the juice an put it back. Since I was up so early I decided to watch some television when all of a sudden there was a big bang in the room next to me..... Slowly, I walked into the living room... In the corner I saw a clown... I blinked to see if I’d been seeing things and I heard a faint giggle and the clown was gone. I 'legged' it up the stairs and threw my self into my sisters bed. I snuggled up to her as much as I could. But the memory kept playing over and over again in my mind... I couldn't take it.. I tried to get to sleep. I looked at the time 00:00 It wasn't this early was it ! Something was wrong, really wrong.... “BANG-BANG-BANG!” Who can that be at this time in the morning. I walked ever so slowly down the steps. BANG-BANG-BANG! I put my eye over the door hole..... My best friend Ricky was stood there with a smile on his face.

I opened the door furious. “ What are you doing up so early!” I screamed but then lowered my voice as I remembered what time of day it was.

“ Nothing I just came to say hello.” He said with a grin. And at that particular moment I saw it.... A big red nose in his pocket... A sort from a clown costume..... And a dash of white make-up on his face. He grinned to me as he knew I knew. He giggled the exact same giggle I heard in the living room...

That day I found out my best friend was a stalker, a clown stalker.....