I have this long story that is like 16 pages long on a word document... im going to split it into pieces and put it on here. “Mom just shut up already! I get it I’m retarded and need to be better!” I yell down the stairs as I slam my door behind me. She says something back but her voice is muffled. I look around my room. Not really anything significant. My eyes land on my old camera. One of those professional ones I used to use in a past life. I see someone in the camera. A teenager, dressed in black jeans and a black hoodie with the hood pulled low over his face. I see some of his hair showing peeking out the bottom of his hood. I pull my hood back and see that the reflection does the same. I look at my face. I see sadness there, despair. Pain and anger. I pull my hood back over my head, pick up my backpack and hop out my window onto the roof. I jump into the tree then jump off and roll until I’m back on my feet. I walk away from my own personal hell, towards my school. I walk into my school, arriving just as the warning bell rings. I go to my locker, and the group of kids that surround it turn as I show up. They muffle their laughs, as I go to open my locker. As I open it I smell horse crap but don’t think anything of it. Manure falls onto me when my locker is fully open, and a hand grabs my head and starts to shove my head into the crap filled locker. I grab the hand, twist it around and turn to look into the eyes of my best friend. “Hey bud, I heard that today was you and Veronica’s anniversary, so I thought I’d bring you a thing to remind you of her-“ I punched him in the nose and shoved my knee into his gut. “Screw you Ben. You’re a jerk.” I shoved his face into my locker and slammed the locker on his head. He pulled his head out, mumbling something when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Who now…” More? Needs editing? Please, if you dont want to give me feedback then just say "Read and hate" or "Read and enjoyed"
Re: -Arc-'s Stories and Poems Next section.. ------------------ I thought as I was forcibly turned around and looked at my vice-principal. “What the hell is going on here?” Mr. Krey yelled as Ben stumbled on the pile of manure. “Ask Dylan, Mr. Krey,” Ben stutters, “He is the one who punched me and shoved my head into his locker.” “And who, exactly, put the horse crap IN his locker, Mr. Kennedy?” “How the hell should I know??” “Principal’s office. Now.” Mr. Krey grabs both of us and turns us towards the principals office. And you thought your school days were bad. My principal is a middle aged man who has this weird handlebar moustache and a bald spot on his head. He is one of those no-nonsense principal’s which is ironic, since his school is heck of crappy. His face turned red when he heard what Mr. Krey said. “Who started this whole thing?” My principal, Mr. Weat asked. “Well it was totally me, because I obviously would put horse poo in my own locker.” I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes, then looking at Mr. Weatdead in the eye and saying “Look. He filled my locker with manure and when, I opened it, tried to shove me into it. I stopped him and he started making fun of me so I defended myself. If you are going to punish me, then get on with it. I need to get to class. I don’t want to stay in this school more than I need to.” As I walked out of the classroom half an hour later, holding my newly written detention in my hand, I noticed that the halls were empty. I thought maybe class was still in, so I walked to the nearest classroom and looked inside. What I saw in there gives me nightmares still…
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Next Piece... ------------- There were people in there, alright. They looked as if some tiger came in and ate all the people; tore them all apart and feasted on their flesh. I yanked my head back in disgust. I was about to open the door to see what the heck had eaten them like that, when I heard a blood-curdling scream. I run towards the scream and I turn the hall I thought it was in, when the scream stops suddenly. I start down the hallway, my steps slowly creeping, sliding so that I wouldn’t make any noise when the lights go out. I look behind me; I see a shadow that’s darker than the rest sliding slowly towards me. I think, “What the…” as the lights snap back on and I look into the eyes of Ben. “Ben, what the heck are you doing here??” “You got me in trouble! I don’t need another detention!” Ben whines as he draws closer to me. I hear a noise behind him. I look past his big head to see a decomposed body of a senior limping towards Ben “Uhh… Ben? There’s something behind you.” “I’m not falling for that old trick, you idiot. Now stop moving. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” “How about the way that we both get away safely before you get attacked??” Ben starts to turn, “What are you talking abou- WHAT THE??” Ben starts to back up, but not quickly enough. The senior jumps at Ben, biting Ben in the arm. Ben grabs the senior by the hair and pushes him away before kicking him in what’s left of his genitals. I grab Ben by his good arm and pull him away from the senior. “Dude, what the heck was that thing?? Why did it bite me? Why is my arm burning so much??” “I don’t know, but I don’t like this. We need to find someone so we can get your arm checked. Maybe the school nurse?” “Sure, better than nowhere.” We head off towards the nurse. After about ten minutes of walking, Ben starts acting weird. Limping, sweating profusely and grunting. I look over at him and see his face has gone pale, and he has sweat through his shirt. “Ben you don’t look so good…” “I… I know… I think I need to lay down…” He falls over right there, groaning and muttering incomprehensively. I bend over to help him when I see that his hair has started falling out, that he looks paler than he did just 10 seconds earlier, and his eyes are bloodshot. I’m looking at him when all of a sudden he grabs my arm, brings me close to him and mutters “Run, Dylan. Run away from me. I think I’m turning into whatever that senior had turned into… RUN!!” With that final word his arm goes limp, his eyes lose their intelligent gaze and he breathes his last.
Aaaaaaand another (Remember comment if you think I should edit or make any pieces more descriptive or whatever) ------------------ I look sadly at my best friend, not being able to comprehend that he was dead. He was still my friend; even though once I started dating his crush he told me that he hated me. I stand, look at him once more, then start to turn away when I hear a groan. I turn in confusion, look down again at him and see his eyes are moving. Something’s different though; his eyes look angry, hungry. He starts to get up when he starts sniffing the air. He turns at me, and as soon as his eyes land on me he screams and starts crawling at me. I freak out, start backing up when he finally stands and starts to run at me. I turn then and sprint to the only place I can think of, the nurses office. When I get there, I slam the door behind me and secure it by putting a chair underneath the handle. I hear Ben banging on the door. I don’t remember what really happened next, I vaguely remember the banging slowing, then finally stopping. I come to again curled up in a ball, my joints stiff from not moving for so long. What time is it? I think to myself. Its dark out, and when I check my phone it says it is 4:28. I decide to search the room and then try and sleep until light. I search all the cabinets and cupboards; only things I find are rubbing alcohol, sewing materials, and a lot of gauze. I see a fire axe fixed to the wall. I wrapped my hand up in gauze, smashed the glass, then reached through and grabbed the axe. I hug it close to me as my eyes begin to close, not as much from being tired as it is from the sheer fright I feel about this whole thing. My mind starts to wander, and I remember what made me and Ben so distant in the first place… “You stole her from me. I hate you, and I never want to see you again.” I remember those words vividly. I used to be this nerdy guy, see; small, nerdy glasses, kind of like Peter Parker from Spider-Man. Then this new student showed up at our school; this girl named Veronica. She had black hair with deep chocolaty eyes. I fell in love at first sight. Problem was Ben liked her too. Ben was my best friend, but he was what people would call an over-achiever. He was that guy who thought that PE was the high school equivalent of the Olympics. He was good in every sport, especially flirting. He always had a girl on his arm and three others he was sweet talking on the side. So one day, when he decides to tell me that he is going to ask her out, I was obviously heartbroken. I thought How could she NOT say yes to him, he is Mr. Perfect and I am just the nerd…” I got home that day and just laid on my bed, when I got a call from Ben. He said that he asked out Veronica after school and she had said no. I was shocked! I asked why and he said that she liked some nerdy guy. My heart literally SOARED out of my chest. I couldn’t wait to get to school tomorrow, so much so that I didn’t sleep at all. I ran to school and got there just as she was walking in. So I played cool, and slowly walked up to her. I started talking to her, found out we had a bunch in common, and finally asked her out. When she said yes, I was the happiest man in the world. When Ben found out, he was pissed off. He got so mad that he started spreading rumors about me stealing his girl. I didn’t care what he said, I was just happy having Veronica on my arm. As time went on, I started working out to prove to Veronica how strong and manly I was; before long I had a 6-pack and could bench 100 pounds (this was as a freshman so that was pretty good). Then one day Ben decided he would fight me over Veronica. I had no choice but to agree, and so we fought. Ben was bigger, but he was clumsy and didn’t know how to fight well and before long I had him heaving for air on the ground. I could see he was humiliated, and so I tried to help him up but he pushed my hand away and walked away, saying “You stole her from me. I hate you. I never want to see you again.” After that, Ben and me never really hung out or did anything together. Until the day when… My brain pulled me out of my half-asleep state, refusing to go to where it knew I was heading. I shook my head to clear it, when I noticed that the sun was shining. I walk to the door and slowly remove the chair. I inch the door open then look around the corner.