User:Haleyhasfallen14

No.. I ran as fast as I could through the woods. I could feel my little feet pitter patter across the dew covered grass. I felt branches and twigs scrape against my arms and legs. ''Faster.. Faster! ''He's coming! I rub my head. Come on...Don't lose... I ran out of the woods and look around. "M-mommy..? Mommy where are you?! Please! Mommy!" I scream. Then. I felt something slither around my waist. My eyes widen. I get dragged quickly back to the source. H-him. The tall faceless man....He sits me in front of him. I felt tears roll down my cheeks. "P-please mister. I want my mommy! She needs to feel better!" I cried. "B-because daddy is gone... And she keeps crying!" I look down and fell to my knees. "Mommy won't be happy...." I say as I wipe my face. " Its fine my dear. I won't hurt you...Take my hand little girl. I will bring you home" I look up to the man. He takes out his hand for me to grab. I grab his hand and wipe my tears. After that. My vision became blank.

I jump up and gasp. "Aw man...School.." I stand up and sigh. I hate being 15.. Why? This is the most dramatic year i've been through. Also. Highschool..It's terrible. My freshman year is almost over but it's still very dramatic. Girls whining over boys and what they look like around boys. Guys complaining about sports and their teams. Then you have everyone else. Me and my little group of friends. We are a mixed group of Scene, Goths, Emos. You name it! We even have nerds. I get up and look for clothes. I pick out a red flannel, black pants, and Black vans. I put them on and gather my stuff. My mother hugs me and gives me a granola bar. "Thanks mom" I said with a smile. I walk outside to my bus stop. "Abby.." A voice said from behind. My eyes widen. I felt hands grab my waist. I jump and turn around. "Who the fu-" I started. I sigh in relief as my friend Jackson laughs and hugs me. "Dude..really? You about scared the shit out of me!" I said smiling. He sits down on the sidewalk. "So. Why aren't you at your stop?" I ask him. "Meh.. I hate the Middle schoolers. They act like they are hot shit with their nike/jordan fuckboi look." He said. "I hate listening to them whisper that I'm gay, or I'm emo trash. They are stupid fucks.." He said. "Wow." I say. ''He is so emotional. Like always...'' I look up. "Well. There's our bus." I sigh.

{TO BE CONTINUED}