The tires screeched as the bus skidded to a halt in front of the school.
"Alright," the bus driver called, "Creepypasta High!"
Almost everyone on the bus stood up and tried to get out.
But I waited at the very back for everyone else to dismount, contemplating my thoughts.
Two teenage boys sat beside me;
The one across the aisle was about my height with short black hair, tan skin and light gray eyes, wearing a cyan shirt and dark blue jeans.
The one in the seat beside me was way taller than either, with a very pale complexion. His face was hidden by a pure white hood and he wore a business suit of sorts.
Eventually, the bus cleared out and the black-haired guy stood up to leave.
"You coming, Slendy?" he asked.
For a moment, I thought he was talking to me. Then I realized that his question was directed to the tall and slender (hence his apparent nickname, "Slendy") teen next to me.
Slendy nodded silently and stood, sliding past me to join his friend.
I followed a few seconds after, thinking, This is going to be a strange day.
Sorry this chapter was so short - I'll try to make the next one longer.
Question: Who's your favourite Creepypasta?