A School for Outcasts

A School for Outcasts

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 17, 2015
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Horror
In this school story, we meet Jasmine Weathers, a verbally, mentally, and physically abused teenager with a troubled past. Her parents move her from her brother's school to a school that is labeled to be for outcasts. Her parents tell her that she can't be around normal people, so she is enrolled in the school. When she tells her friend Holly, a proxy, the news, the eleven-year-old is very excited that her best friend is joining he school and goes off to tell her boss and principal of the school, the notorious Slenderman, the news. The month Autumn is upon the Weathers family and it's Jasmine's first day of school. Will the other students like her? Respect her? Think of her as a nerd or an easy target for bullying? Find out in this Creepypasta story, A School for Outcasts.
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