Hey! This is my first Fanfiction that I might actually try to complete. I didn't feel so passionate about the last one, so I tried to write one on a subject I'm better at. Horror c:
Enjoy!
My head is spinning around in spirals trying to comprehend what is happening. Vision blurred, sound blocked out. I try to regain my consciousness as I dizzily drag my head up from my desk. I fell asleep. Again. "What're you doing? Get your lunch!" Yelled the teacher. I hadn't realised that the bell had rang. I was a loner, so I had nobody to remind me to wake up. I drag out my chair, making an irritating squeaking noise. I get up, push my chair in and walk out the door. I amble towards the lunch area, still under the influence of sleep deprivation. As I make it to a table with nobody on it, I sit down, and unwrap my lunch. I start eating my sandwich and glance over to look at all of the people eating lunch together. I'm just sitting here alone..
To my surprise, a person has approached me. He dressed in a white hoodie and jeans. His face had a white, pasty look to it, as if he was wearing makeup. What I can only assume was lipstick, was smeared up his cheeks as if he had widened his smile. Seared, long, black messy hair cut off at about his shoulders. I have to admit, I was intimidated by his appearance, but I didn't let that get me down. "H-hello, my name is J-Jeff.." He took a seat, and placed a crumpled up paper bag with his lunch in it on the table. "Nice to meet you Jeff, my name is Laura. I haven't seen you around before-" I said before I got cut off. "Oh I'm a transfer student. D-don't take offence of this but.. I think you're really pretty." He stuttered. "T-thanks.. It's the first time someone has complimented me on my appearance." I replied, blushing. We stared down at our food and started eating. "Why me?" I asked. "Why did you sit down with me?" "I thought you would be the kind of person who would be accepting of me.. Most people hate me because of how I look." He said as he violently jerked his head back and fourth in a quick movement.
We continued to eat our lunch and have occasional conversations while eating. He made me laugh, he made me smile. Now I've realised, it's not the appearance that makes you who you are...
