A Story of a Killer - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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I was awoken to the sound of my alarm going off. At first, I just let it ring and rung until a loud bang came from my door.
"Get up looser! No time for dilly-dallying, you're driving to school. Mom said." And with that, my sister was gone. With aloud groan I stopped my alarm, yelled in my pillow and finally got up, but not without cursing the existence of school and all who enjoy it. Walking into my bathroom the first thing I did was notice my appearance. I mean for just waking up I looked hot. I wink at myself while putting my index finger and thumb as the shape of a gun and pointed it at my reflection.
" Hey, sexy. Never seen you around these parts. Let me tell ya if you would just brush yo gums me and you can be a forever thing." After saying that trying to keep a straight face was nearly impossible. I started to laugh but I got another quick whiff If my breath and stopped instantly. I brushed my teeth and washed my face and walked out of the bathroom and to my closet. The closet was pretty normal size, the outside had a full mirror much to my liking and the inside was a bit small but filled with clothes. Did I mention I loved clothes? Like even though they can't fit into the closet I still buy more.
All these clothes actually come in handy since you never know when you could need a spare, for gym possibly, you get a food stain on them or when a bit of blood just so happens to get on your clothes, but you know the food stains on your shirt and or pants are definitely possible. After about a minute of starting in the closet, I finally decide to wear a white tank top with a black "It's time to die, baby" sweater, white knee-high ripped jeans and some random slides.
Yep absolutely perfect if I do say so myself.
Grabbing my phone and bookbag I walk downstairs and was greeted with the sight of my mother and sister. They were eating breakfast and talking about God knows what this early in the morning.
"Get up now or you will be left," I said while walking to the door. The conversation in the kitchen instantly stops and I keep walking.
"Dang I can't finish eating first?" My sister yelled from the kitchen
"If you're not in the car before I get in the best believe you gone get left." Walking out the door while throwing a quick bye to my mom I get into my car. It was okay, wasn't the fanciest model make out there. It was a black Dodge Challenger with black leather on the inside. When I got into the car and started to buckle up my sister hopped into the car.
She was so close to being left. She better be lucky I'm slow in the morning
School is the last place that any teen wants to be. It's filled with fake people, fake smiles, and fake body parts. Nothing in high school is ever real, hell not even the school meat! As soon as I pulled into the parking lot my sister hurriedly jumped out the car and walked to her friends without even a 'thank you'. This was pretty usual for us, at school, we wouldn't act though we knew each other, or would we talk during school hours. It was just us being us.
With a deep sigh, I run my fingers through my already messy hair, grab my bag and get out my car. The school itself was fairly small, just like our town. In total, we had at least five hundred students attending, Castle Berry High School, crappy name? Yeah, I know. Kids at this school don't really associate themselves with me unless they have to or if they are in my very small, very unreal, "friend group." When I reach the doors my face did an entire 360, I went from a deep scowl to a very well-practiced smile.
Almost everyone I passed I gave them a curt nod and smile and kept moving. Occasionally, I would hear someone talk about how cute and sexy I was and would be mind sitting on my face. Like okay than, go off sis. When I made it to my locker in the hallway I was greeted by a pink slip sticking little ways out of the holes. Pulling the slip out I realized it was bigger than I thought. Opening the paper I began to read the note.
Hi. You don't really know me, but um we have chemistry together in room 104 Mrs. Lin. We sit right next to each other. I really like you and would like it if after school would you meet me by the cherry tree behind building 23. I just wanted to tell you how I feel in person.
Sincerely, Crayola Gibson
First of all what the hell is a Crayola Gibson? Second of all no I'm not meeting any stranger behind the school to confess feelings. This is not a game of 'Yandere Simulator' you are not Yandere-chan and I'm not senpai. With a laugh, I rip up the pink slip into little pieces and stuff it into the locker next to mine. Looking at my phone I realize I have text messages from my friends about meeting up somewhere after school. I decided to wait until lunch to answer it. It was now 7:30 in the morning which means its time to go to class, and just my luck the bell rang altering everyone that chit chat time was over. Looking up from my phone I turned around and was met with Hazel eyes looking up at me.
"Uhh...hey Titus can we um... maybe talk for a bit? "
Did he not get the message that I don't wanna talk when I left him on read?
"Get up looser! No time for dilly-dallying, you're driving to school. Mom said." And with that, my sister was gone. With aloud groan I stopped my alarm, yelled in my pillow and finally got up, but not without cursing the existence of school and all who enjoy it. Walking into my bathroom the first thing I did was notice my appearance. I mean for just waking up I looked hot. I wink at myself while putting my index finger and thumb as the shape of a gun and pointed it at my reflection.
" Hey, sexy. Never seen you around these parts. Let me tell ya if you would just brush yo gums me and you can be a forever thing." After saying that trying to keep a straight face was nearly impossible. I started to laugh but I got another quick whiff If my breath and stopped instantly. I brushed my teeth and washed my face and walked out of the bathroom and to my closet. The closet was pretty normal size, the outside had a full mirror much to my liking and the inside was a bit small but filled with clothes. Did I mention I loved clothes? Like even though they can't fit into the closet I still buy more.
All these clothes actually come in handy since you never know when you could need a spare, for gym possibly, you get a food stain on them or when a bit of blood just so happens to get on your clothes, but you know the food stains on your shirt and or pants are definitely possible. After about a minute of starting in the closet, I finally decide to wear a white tank top with a black "It's time to die, baby" sweater, white knee-high ripped jeans and some random slides.
Yep absolutely perfect if I do say so myself.
Grabbing my phone and bookbag I walk downstairs and was greeted with the sight of my mother and sister. They were eating breakfast and talking about God knows what this early in the morning.
"Get up now or you will be left," I said while walking to the door. The conversation in the kitchen instantly stops and I keep walking.
"Dang I can't finish eating first?" My sister yelled from the kitchen
"If you're not in the car before I get in the best believe you gone get left." Walking out the door while throwing a quick bye to my mom I get into my car. It was okay, wasn't the fanciest model make out there. It was a black Dodge Challenger with black leather on the inside. When I got into the car and started to buckle up my sister hopped into the car.
She was so close to being left. She better be lucky I'm slow in the morning
School is the last place that any teen wants to be. It's filled with fake people, fake smiles, and fake body parts. Nothing in high school is ever real, hell not even the school meat! As soon as I pulled into the parking lot my sister hurriedly jumped out the car and walked to her friends without even a 'thank you'. This was pretty usual for us, at school, we wouldn't act though we knew each other, or would we talk during school hours. It was just us being us.
With a deep sigh, I run my fingers through my already messy hair, grab my bag and get out my car. The school itself was fairly small, just like our town. In total, we had at least five hundred students attending, Castle Berry High School, crappy name? Yeah, I know. Kids at this school don't really associate themselves with me unless they have to or if they are in my very small, very unreal, "friend group." When I reach the doors my face did an entire 360, I went from a deep scowl to a very well-practiced smile.
Almost everyone I passed I gave them a curt nod and smile and kept moving. Occasionally, I would hear someone talk about how cute and sexy I was and would be mind sitting on my face. Like okay than, go off sis. When I made it to my locker in the hallway I was greeted by a pink slip sticking little ways out of the holes. Pulling the slip out I realized it was bigger than I thought. Opening the paper I began to read the note.
Hi. You don't really know me, but um we have chemistry together in room 104 Mrs. Lin. We sit right next to each other. I really like you and would like it if after school would you meet me by the cherry tree behind building 23. I just wanted to tell you how I feel in person.
Sincerely, Crayola Gibson
First of all what the hell is a Crayola Gibson? Second of all no I'm not meeting any stranger behind the school to confess feelings. This is not a game of 'Yandere Simulator' you are not Yandere-chan and I'm not senpai. With a laugh, I rip up the pink slip into little pieces and stuff it into the locker next to mine. Looking at my phone I realize I have text messages from my friends about meeting up somewhere after school. I decided to wait until lunch to answer it. It was now 7:30 in the morning which means its time to go to class, and just my luck the bell rang altering everyone that chit chat time was over. Looking up from my phone I turned around and was met with Hazel eyes looking up at me.
"Uhh...hey Titus can we um... maybe talk for a bit? "
Did he not get the message that I don't wanna talk when I left him on read?
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