Chapter 1
'I can't believe I'm doing this...' I thought to myself as the rain hit my bedroom window. "They say it's a myth; an urban legend. It can't be true, there's no way..." I looked at the clock, seeing that it was 11:58 PM. Just two minutes to midnight. I refreshed the page on my computer many times, waiting for something to happen. But still, nothing happened. I kept getting a stupid unable to connect message in a white browser window... 11:59 PM. I quickly refreshed the page, but it was still the same. The dumb unable to connect page.
I turned and got out of my chair. The rain was still pounding at the glass. A loud crack of thunder boomed over my house and then lighting filled my room with a bright light for a moment. I saw something from the corner of my eye, and immediately thought there was another person standing next to me. I quickly turned but I was alone in the dark room. But...I could swear someone was in the room. Maybe it was just my imagination. I had just been trying to call her, so maybe my mind was playing tricks on me...
I found myself lying in my bed the next morning, not wanting to go to school. Or even leave my bed, for that matter. All because they would be waiting for me. I pulled the covers over my head, making myself a small cocoon. I felt safe. Well, as safe as I could in this town. While I was getting dressed, my cell phone went off. I moved over to it, checking the Caller ID. I paled, feeling my stomach drop. It was him. One of the people I hated more then anybody else. I don't know how he got my number. I changed it several times. But somehow...he just seemed to find out what it was.
I went outside to wait for the bus with my music blasting in my ears, when I felt something hard hit the back of my head. It hit so hard, it knocked my head phones right off of my head. "What the hell, man?" I said, pissed off. "Can't you just leave me the hell alone, Tim?!" I asked angrily.
"Watch your tone, dumb ass. I told you to move. You're in my spot." He said, pushing me over. I fell, my head hitting the cement and breaking my new head phones. "Oops, it looks like you broke your headphones. You should take better care of them, ha ha." He said as the bus came. He then climbed on. I hated this guy. 'I wish he would just go away...' I thought, getting up and wiping the small amount of blood from my forehead away. I got on the bus, hearing the people laughing at me like always.
School was the same as it always was. In gym class, the other teenagers have been making fun of me for something I didn't know was happening, let alone control. Now though, I was being pushed into lockers, and in the middle of the halls I'm being pushed aside and knocked over. And every now and then, I was getting beat up.
I was heading to my next class. The class I hated the most; Gym. I got to the locker room, but the door was locked. This meant that I had to go around the gym and to the other door just to get inside. Luckily, that door was unlocked. Pushing it open, I could hear other voices yelling as I walked in. I ignored them, moving to the other side of the locker room. "Get out of here! How many times do we have to tell you?!" One of the voices mocked. I continued ignoring them, changing into my gym uniform and getting out of there.
After school, I decided walk home. I would regret it later. I should have just taken the bus...
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this story is made up if it seems like the story and people are real it is just a coincidenceand on a farther note i do not own any of the cariters in this story