Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35949526-20180621220502

My name is-well, as a matter of fact, was, Anita Sanders. Why use was? It was quite a long story. However, you may now call me Anita Scissors. You see, it all began a longtime ago.

There was a small town, unvisited by much. We called it “Pecker’s Dream” Ture the town itself was built by this guy with the last name of Pecker. But I couldn’t care less. I lived there for more than 5 years. I went to the common high school “Pecker-whatever-something I forgot-High.” I know I am being lazy, but that’s not the point. The point is, my story changed there.

Like a normal newbie, I ran into bullies. Those wh0res, more disgusting the cafeteria lunch. I was ready to kick those butts the time I walked in. I didn’t make the bad-a$$ entrance, no matter how badly I wanted. I didn’t want to f##k up my first day, that’s all. When I reached my locker, I couldn’t believe my sh!t of a luck. The one next to mine was all decorated girly-like, which disturbed me a lot. That chick, dressed in a cheer leader style, ran up to me with her fake boobs bouncing along, just slapped me in the face, shouting, “Who do you think you are? Staring at MY locker!” Great. I have head issues, more like ''mental disorder. ''As the doctors say. I saw red. Complete red. Yep, that girl will now have to deal with Miss. SO-F##KING-ANGRY. I turned around, bang her head on the locker, her pinklocker. I watched as her nose bled, splatter on the pink material. And then I walked away. Not listening to her sobs. Fake. I started to pack my stuff, no need to tell me I can’t come back to school within a few days. Good, f##ked up my first day.

I sorta just hung out with myself in the woods near the school after. Wouldn’t want mom asking why did I came out of school early. When I heard students chatting in distance, I know school is over. I walked out, walking on the street home, like any normal kid. Never thought a car was behind me, the girl driving it saw me, grinned wildly, and the car charged at me, throwing me into the air.

“That’s for hitting me you b!tch” The girl laughed, driving off. That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

~2 days later~

I woke up. I couldn’t see crap. Bandages were all over my head. I heard talking. Mom and a female.

“Ma-Madam if you take her home now will not be good for her recovery!”

“Your job is to keep my daughter alive.”

“Bu-but madam…”

“I am taking her home!”

Then, I felt somebody dragged me out. Threw me into a car. And pushed me into a building. I was home.Very sarcasm. Then, I was put into my room. I didn’t care what ever it may cause me. I tug on the bandage, let it fall down. I let it just rest on my back, flew in the air when I walk. I couldn’t care less. I walked into my bathroom, looking at myself, I believe I have seen the creepiest creature alive. My eyes, no, I don’t think I have any, they were taken out during the surgery. Blood, because the sudden expose in the air, was leaking from the bottom of both eyes. However, I managed to see somehow.

When I walked downstairs to grab a bite, I felt something hard pressed against my face. Mom with a gun.

“Silly girl, don’t you know how much the world will benefit without you?”

The metal pressed harder, I stood in shock.

“GO TO HELL.”

Before she could press the button that would have killed me, I turned around, kicked her in the guts. I quickly grabbed the sharp scissors beside me and sat on the crazy woman, scissors in my right hand. The woman whimpered, I grinned, that was something I never felt before-insanity. I leaned down, forced her to look at me.

I said, “Your life has been a fairytale. Now, let’s darken it up.” I stabbed her in the heart. Nobody noticed her scream. Blood splattered all over me. The crimson color was the only thing I saw. Soon she joined my father in heaven, he whom died when I was 3. I felt a sudden urge, something I never felt before, and cut her neck. I watched the liquid flood out, and next thing I knew was my mouth covered with the liquid. I laughed insanity, ran out, disappeared into the woods.

''From then on, murders occors often in the small town, the officers quickly learned that the victims are all killed with scissors, killed by a last name unknown teenager named Anita. The cops called her-Anita scissors.''

-The End-

'''Plz don't hate, this is my first time writing this kind of stuff I am no good what-so-ever, but I worked real hard on this one. My spelling and grammer and bad :(. Anyway yes I know this idea is sorta old...''' 