Chapter Two: The Unforgiven
"Wake up!!! Your GONNA be late for school!" shouted a woman wearing an apron.
"SHUT UP!!!" Yelled the mean neighbor.
"That person always looks ugly does he?" the woman wearing the apron asked. "You have got to wake up, as in NOW!!!" she pulled my blanket off me.
"Alright mom! Just go back to the kitchen!" I said.
"Alright, but you better hurry up or you're going to miss the bus to school" said my mom. Yeah whatever, I thought. I didn't really care about going to school at all... No matter where ever I go it still follows me... I can't even sleep at night. Whatever that thing is... It haunts me for some reason... Sometimes I ask myself, did I ever do something to make someone hate me that much...
Looking at the mirror I look at a slightly slender kid, who has blond hair. About 5'9 and has a scar on his left cheek.
Every time I look at myself, I start to have this feeling that I'm going to throw up. I hate myself... Was what he was thinking as he looked at himself in the mirror. Then he saw something crawling on the wall. It was shape human but, no human being could do that. It went through really fast not bothering to look at the kid. He gave a sigh and changed his clothes...
Finishing his breakfast, he was ready to go to school. As he stared at the school bus which was right in front of their lawn, he noticed that he has, a few supernatural friends ON the school bus. As he walked towards the school bus he saw several bleeding people on top of the bus...
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