School Time Surprise - Diary Entry #5

May 19:
I sighed softly as I walked through the corridors of the dark blue zone, having had P.E first thing. My bag was full to the brim with all sorts of studying materials, my P.E bag added to that weight as I slung it over my shoulder. The girls who bullied me swarmed over as I sat in the canteen for the first time. I was sitting at one of the small round ones, only good for two maybe three people to sit at. The table felt immensely over crowded with the four girls plus me.
"Hey look, it's the loneliest little weirdo!" One of them cackled, the others joined in, saying things best not written about and to me. The continued this for a while, I tried to take no notice, but some of the things they said really hit home.

"Hey....leave my friend alone." My head shot up. That voice....that heavy, panting voice. Jeff was at my school. The girls turned and parted slightly, allowing me to see Jeff stood there, dressed in school uniform. He wore the black shoes and trousers with the dark navy blue shirt and jumper quite well, his carved smile hidden under layers and layers of makeup. His eyes seemed to have been harder to hide so he had just combed his black hair over them. The girls stared at him, at his hidden eyes, but didn't make a move to leave me alone.
"No, we won't." The ringleader said, stepping forwards. "Who the heck are you anyway? Her emo boyfriend?" They all laughed at this taunt, but Jeff just stepped forwards.

"Yes.....I'm her 'emo' boyfriend."
I stared at him just like the other girls. "Now," he said calmly and clearly. "Sod off and leave her alone." They looked at each other and laughed before swarming off, clearly not knowing where they stand with Jeff.
Jeff grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to mine then sat facing me, the backrest between his legs. I scowled at him. "What?" He asked, genuinely surprised.
"I am not your girlfriend." I snapped, knowing how quick gossip spreads.
Jeff grinned and draped an arm around my shoulders like he had yesterday. "Well, according to rumours, you are." My face went bright red and I stared at him, really not happy about this.

The day was tedious at times, but mostly it was awesome, not that 'd admit that to anyone. Especially Jeff. Jeff was somehow in all my classes and sat next to me in all of them.

"Jeffery be quiet and stop talking with Charleen!" Mrs Derek shouted, clearly at the end of her tether. Jeff had been a nuisance from the moment he'd sat beside me. He wouldn't keep quiet and kept jabbing me in the sides, trying to tickle me. Connor Jordon scowled from the other side of the classroom. He'd tried to tickle me once in R.E but I'd stabbed him with my pen, which hurt a lot and drew blood. The pen had been a fine ball point ink pen and had a sharp nib.
Jeff scowled at Mrs Derek. "My name is Jeff, lady, get it right!" He snapped back.
Mrs Derek's face turned red and she snapped. "Get out of my classroom this instant!" She screamed, pointing at Jeff.

Jeff leapt up and grabbed his bag, which had been under the desk the whole time, not in the bag cupboards. "Gladly, though I'm taking Charleen with me." With that he dashed over to the bag cupboards, grabbed by back, dashed back and tipped all my things into it, zipped it up, swung it over his shoulder, and then grabbed me by the arm.
"You can't take her with you! I'll call duty!" Jeff just laughed and lead me out of the classroom and down the corridor.

Jeff draped his arm around my shoulder and grinned. "Last lesson. We can just head off home."
I rolled my eyes as he lead me out of the orange zone double doors and over the small patch of grass used to play football during break and lunch. He helped me climb over the fence then leapt over himself. We could hear teachers yelling in the distance as we crossed the two other fields, out of the school grounds.

By 'home', Jeff had meant my house, so it came to no surprise as I found myself trekking up the oh so familiar main road. Jeff slipped away and left me to face my foster parents alone, they didn't know that a serial killer was hanging around there house and following me about, so there was no use trying to blame someone else.

I slid into bed that night thoroughly exhausted, pulling my blankets up around my chin. Someone came in and leant over me, I could feel their breath hot on my cheek, I reached up to push them away, thinking it was my foster mum, but my fingers brushed against something that felt like leather. I shot up, not forgetting to hold to blanket around myself, and stared straight into Jeff's unblinking eyes.
"Jeff! What the heck are you doing in my room?!"
Jeff looked at me and grinned. "Good night." Something brushed against my forehead and he was gone, my curtains fluttering wildly.

Yet Another Visit From Jeff - Diary Entry #4

May 18:
I was out taking a walk up the Neston Woods a little while from the village shop only a mile or so away from my home, I'd stopped off at the village shop and brought myself a back of lemon bom-boms, they had all sorts of flavoured bom-boms, but the lemon ones were my favourite. I hummed along to my favourite Black Veil Brides song, Perfect Weapon, as I trudged up the dirt path that lead between the fields on the way to Neston Woods. The corn growing in the fields were taller than me, just like when I'd first come here with my foster family. The memory turned bitter when I remembered Benjii, my foster mum's old White Scottish Terrier. Benjii had been old but he'd managed the walk up to the top of the woods and back down again, with a springy little Rebel by his side. It made me so sad thinking of the poor old dog, remembering that he'd been in agony for ages and no one had known because the vets couldn't find anything wrong with him at first. Poor old thing, I thought sadly as I stopped and sat on a pile of rocks that protruded from the side of the corn.

I munched on a bom-bom silently, still fuming about the things the girls from school had said....and also the fact that Jeff and eaten what remained of my Jaffa Cake stash when he'd unexpectedly visited yesterday. A small grin spread across my lips, the fact that he'd come and eaten my sandwiches and Jaffa Cakes reminded me of the Dwarves who'd come and cleaned out poor Mr Bilbo Baggins's pantry in The Hobbit. 
"What's so funny, eh, Charleen?" A rough, dark voice asked from my right.
I turned and jumped, yelping as I fell off of the rocks. "Hey! Don't sneak up like that on people!"
  Jeff just grinned and grabbed the hood of my racoon hoodie, hauling me roughly to my feet. "You didn't answer my question."
I scowled at him. "Nothing much, I was just thinking about Bilbo Baggins's uninvited guests were absolutely no trouble compared to my uninvited guest."
Jeff grinned again. "But you did invite me to hang around with you."
I crossed my arms, grabbed my bom-boms and made sure my mp3 player was intact, when I was satisfied that it was I looked at him. "When did I do that?"
Jeff sat himself on the rocks as if it were a sofa. "When you stopped me from choking to death in the park."

I huffed and turned away, deciding to continue my walk to Neston Woods. Of course, Jeff followed me. "So...where are we going?"
I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned. Jeff was getting really annoying with his stalking behaviour. I turned to him. "Why don't you follow someone else?!" I snapped, picking up my speed.
Jeff seemed a little hurt by this but picked up the pace, grabbing my elbow. "Hey, jeeze, all I want to do is talk to you."
I threw him a venomous look. "Since when did the fearsome Jeff The Killer talk? Weren't you going to kill me in the park?"
Jeff lowered his head a little and sighed. "Yeah....yeah I was, what does that have to do with anything?"
I stopped in my tracks and jabbed a finger into his chest, making him blink. "Look, I don't know why you want to talk to me, but this is really annoying ok, nobody and I mean nobody just follows me around out of the blue, even if they are a murderer."

Jeff stood and walked over to me, draping an arm around my shoulders, making me seethe in anger. That was another thing I didn't like, guys getting snuggly with me. "Ahhh, you're one of them loner girls, I see that now. One of those 'don't take no bullsh*t' kind of girls. I get it, you want to go on your walk and loose yourself in deep thoughts. I can be quiet. Real quiet. Yeah, super quiet."
I scowled at him and shrugged his arm off, starting to walk again. "Actually, I'm the kind of loner girl who prefers to sit in a corner and hide my face, like a mouse."
Jeff's forehead creased into a frown and he followed me. "Why do you hide your face? It's a perfectly ordinary one, if you had one like mine I'd understand. But your face is ordinary."
I shot him a look over my shoulder. "Tell that to the girls at school." I said before turning back around and continuing on my way.

I finally got into the woods and realised that Jeff was no longer there, for a moment I feared he'd taken it literally and was going off to find the girls who bullied me, but then I decided that he must've been offended and didn't want to be around me any more. That was perfectly fine with me.

Jeff Comes Back For Lunch - Diary Entry #3

 

May 17:
I was at home alone and it was the average lazy Saturday for me. I was curled up on my bed with a plate on my lap, reading some texts some popular girls were sending to each other on Facebook. Now I don't actually own a Facebook account, but by friend Zoe does and she told me her password and other such details needed to log in. She had my phone number so she could call me if she wanted to use her account, but she didn't call me so I was using it to spy on my school mates. I picked up a sandwich and scowled at a conversation between two girls who bully me at school, they were talking about me, about how different I was compared to them. I sighed and bit into the sandwich, swallowing a mouthful of butter, bread, tomato ketchup and sausage. Yes, I was eating sausage sandwiches. It wasn't my fault, my foster mum used to put left over sausages in my sandwiches at primary school and now they're one of the few kinds of sandwich I'll eat.

A knock on the door surprised me and made the dog, a black Labrador called Rebel, bark. I stood and scurried down the stairs, almost tripping over my white boot slippers, and peered through one of the windows. I held in a yelp and dropped to my knees, Ninja crawling into the living room, past Rebel, and into the kitchen where I stood and looked into the cupboard beneath the sink. I came up with a large meat knife and walked back to the living room, once again dropping to my knees and Ninja crawling into the hall, the handle of the knife between my teeth. I slowly stood up in front of the door with my back pressed to it, one hand reaching for the door handle and the other clutching the meat knife. I swung the door open and, to my surprise (heavy sarcasm), there stood Jeff with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his white hoodie.

He looked quite surprised as I held up the knife and said: "Keep following me and I'll cut you," very matter of factly. The look of surprise vanished and he started to laugh.
He cleared his throat but grinned. "You look a lot like me in that hoodie." He started to laugh again.  I looked down at the hoodie I wore. It was white with grey stripes and a black racoon face with heart shaped eyes, the hood itself had a pair of little pointy ears. I scowled. "I'm being serious. If you don't stop following me, I will cut you."
Jeff ignored my threat and ruffled my hair lazily, stepping past me and into the hall. "Nice place." He commented as he headed up the stairs.

I shut the door and followed him up the stairs, telling Rebel to be quiet as I did. The door to my bedroom was wide open and light spilled out into the hallway. It hadn't been open when I came down. I sighed in frustration and walked in, finding Jeff sitting quite comfortably on my bed, watching my laptops screen and stuffing his face with my sandwich, not seeming to care that I'd already taken a bite out of it. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, sitting on my bed as far away from Jeff as possible, still gripping the knife.

He peered up at me from behind the screen and grinned, making that carved face of his all the more creepy. "You seemed kind of interesting so I followed you home and waited for you to be alone. Nice place by the way, I like the colour of your room. Most girls paint their rooms pink, not blue, or was this a brother's room?"
I scowled and crossed my arms over my chest. "Thanks," I muttered. "Actually, no. Well, yes, but he had it painted pale yellow. I wanted it to be repainted sky blue."
Jeff nodded and shook his head. "I'm guessing this 'Charleen' these girls are talking about is you, right? One of them just uploaded a picture and commented on it."

My eyes flew wide and I snatched my laptop off of him. "What?! Let me see!" I seethed with rage as I read the comment. I shook my head in disgust and logged out, slamming the lid of the laptop down and cursed under my breath. Jeff finished my first sandwich and started on the other, speaking only after he devoured it, crusts and all. "Well, at least they didn't know you read that." He stood and picked up the plate, walking out of my room. I stood and grabbed him by his hood.
"Wow! Where are you going with that plate?"
He turned to look at me. "To the kitchen to put it away and get something to drink, duh."
I scowled and grabbed the plate off of him. "No, you are not, I will put it away and I will get you a drink. I don't want the neighbour's to think something's up."
"Why would they think something's up?"
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Because of the dog, what, you didn't hear him barking when you came in?"
Jeff nodded. "Ah, good point. Though....I could always make him GO TO SLEEP."
I lifted the meat knife and pointed it at him. "Touch my dog and I will cut you somewhere you will feel it."

Jeff was surprised but sat back on my bed and when I came up, carrying a cup of Dandelion and Burdock fizzy, was laid on his back reading one of my many journals filled with writing ideas.
"Hey, stop reading that, it's private. Also, I got you a drink."
Jeff sat up, dropping the journal onto my bedside cabinet, and took the drink from my hand. He lifted it to his mouth and swallowed quite a bit. "Aagh! What is this?! It stings!"
I sighed and shook my head. "For a killer, you sure are goofy." I muttered under my breath then spoke loud enough for him to hear; "It's Dandelion and Burdock, just a fizzy drink, you obviously have never tried it before." 
Jeff scowled and put the cup on one of my shelves. "Right. Dandelion and Burdock....odd name."

Jeff stayed at my house for a little while, I couldn't keep him contained to my room and he ended up scaring poor Rebel with his face as he poked around the rest of the house. Jeff could have possibly been caught if I hadn't spotted the gates opening on the small tv screen mounted in the kitchen and ushered him out the back door which led into our back garden, he had to climb over a fence and landed in a small patch of trees. He then had to scramble through those and ended up on the main road. I caught a glimpse of him walking past the gates with the hood of his hoodie up, hiding his face.

A Creepy Surprise - Diary Entry #2

April 23:
Maths was incredibly boring as usual, especially after the events of yesterday. Yesterday I couldn't concentrate as usual, but my lack of focus had been made worse after my brief meeting with Jeff the Killer! I half expected to see him waiting for me when I got home, or to wake up to the coldness of a blade being pressed to my throat, but that didn't happen. What did happen however, was a detention for being 'lazy' and for not listening.

I finally stumbled out of Mrs Derek's classroom and dragged my sorry butt off to the year nine and up room in the Learning Zone. The Learning Zone is the section of my school where the corridors and one room in each classroom is painted light blue, this is where the library, computer rooms and the Heaven is (though we all pronounce it like 'Haven'). The Haven and the nines up room is where all the 'retards' hang out at breaks and lunch, only kids who have interventions, or had, at some point or another go. We're considered the freaks, the dumb ones. I smile and plonk myself down at me and my friend's usual table, shoving my friend Zoe to one side and sitting on what little space was left on her chair. Zoe laughed and smiled at me. We weren't the typical lovey-dovey kind of friends who did this all the time, we only shared seats when there was none left.

Justin glared at me. "Zoe, how come you don't mind her sitting on your chair with you? I thought you didn't like people in your personal space?"
Zoe grinned and put an arm around me. "She feeds me foods!" She laughed, I laughed with her and stuck my tongue out at Justin.
"Yup! And besides, where I fits, I sits." That was my motto, meaning if there's even the smallest amount of room, I will try to sit. Justin scowled but said no more on the topic as he was drawn into conversation with the two other boys in our group, Cameron and Zack.

Today went by as usual after my mood had been lifted by my delightfully quirky friends, and I soon found myself in my regular ecstatic mood in art. I patted my pencil against my lips and peered at the picture I had so far drawn, it didn't seem right, something was missing. I sighed. What was wrong was very simple. It was another skull, I was sure the exam board were sick of seeing skulls by now, I'd drawn so many myself, not to mention what past students had drawn!
I screwed the picture up and binned it, reaching for another piece of paper, I had an idea. The topic I was doping was death, therefore I could draw anything to do with it, even if the examiners wouldn't know the link. I could provide them with links, I could draw small scale drawings on one page and explain the links between my drawing and death. Yes, I could do that, and I did.

I had drawn and painted many pictures of The Grim Reaper in all his forms, from the Egyptians God of Death Anubis to the Irish Dullahan, a headless coach driver. (No, not like the coach drivers now a days, the kind drawn by horses.)
So now I decided to draw somebody else who brought death, Jeff the Killer. Mrs Bachelor was very surprised and disturbed by the picture, shuddering at the blood stained hoodie. I offered to paint a pack of Mac Donald's chips into his hands to make it less scary, but she thought I was joking and laughed, saying:
"No, Charleen, that would be silly, it's brilliant the way it is. If disturbing." With that she'd patted my shoulder and sauntered off.

The day ended with the shrill of the bell for most kids, but not me or any other kids in year ten. Nope. Today was Wednesday which meant after school English lessons. Yay....

There was no bell to mark the end of period five, just Mr Harding (yes make that rude joke!) telling us it was time to hand in our work. I don't see why we have to do these sheets, the work we did after using the prompt sheets had already been sent off, but we were re doing them even so.  I really, honestly hate it! Usually I called home and walked into town where I was picked up, but not today, nope. Today I had to walk all the way home. I didn't mind, my mp3 player was fully charged and I didn't have to carry anything but my schoolbag.

I was quite the way away from school when a dip in the volume of the music revealed heavy footsteps behind me. I pulled my earbuds out and turned around. . . . only to see Jeff there.
"What do you want?" I asked, shoving one earbud back in.
"I wanted to see your school. I didn't think of following you back yesterday, so I just hung around the park for a bit. I saw some other kids in the same colour jumpers as you heading back after going to the off licence shop to get some cigarettes, I figured they'd be going back to school so I followed them. That place's like a prison, why do you like going there?"
I scowled at him, Jeff the Killer was right behind me and he was.....asking about school?

"I don't like school. It's horrible." I sped up a little, not out of fear, he was just annoying me.
Jeff tilted his head and caught up easily, gripping my arm. "Hey, don't get attitude with me, you could easily run away, ever thought of that?"
I shook my head and glared at him. "I have, but I won't. I won't throw away my future just because I dislike school."
Jeff arched a brow. "Well, that sounds.....sensible. You're a sensible person, I take it?"
I nodded. "Of course I am!"
Jeff leant in incredibly close, I could feel his breath on my face and hear his raspy breathing. "Then why didn't you call the police or let me choke yesterday?"
He didn't give me time to answer, he just let go of my arm and just seemed to.....disappear. I made my way home nervously that night, always looking over my shoulder to make sure a guy in a white hoodie wasn't there.

He was right.....I hadn't been sensible, I hadn't called the cops like a good little girl. Because I'm not. I'm not a little girl who would call the cops on a murderer. Even if I was, who would believe me? Who would believe Jeff the Killer stumbled out of some bushes and asked for food? Who would believe that I had survived meeting him since he killed everyone he met? No one, that's who. I'd end up in a straight jacket.

*Closes diary*

Lunch With Jeff The Killer - Diary Entry #1

April 22:
Today I got permission to leave the school grounds for lunch as it was  my birthday. I could have taken a friend with me, but I didn't have many and preferred to walk and eat in peace and quiet. I stopped off and Mac Donald's and brought myself a chicken and bacon wrap. As I sat in the park, I noticed how eerily quiet it was. At first I thought it was empty, but then I peeked around the bush I was sitting behind and saw that everyone was just messing around by the small kiddies pool at the other end of the park, so I went back to eating.

I was taking a slurp of my cola when the bushes rustled and I heard I noise, it sounded like heavy breathing, or panting. Leaves crackled and sticks snapped, footsteps, coming from behind me . . . .
I turned around and leapt up, almost dropping the chips which I had only just started picking at and my drink. A tall, scraggly but slightly muscled guy in a white hoodie lumbered out of the bush, eyeing me and the food I held in my hands with hungry eyes. The hoodie was stained with blood and he held a knife in one hand, his chest rose and fell with a heavy rasping. He was the source of the panting noise. It was the face that did it, the bleached white face cut into an ever lasting smile with those black ringed dark eyes, I fell to my butt in shock, my knees having turned to jelly.
"J-Jeff the k-killer...." I blurted, unable to stop myself.
Jeff, for that is who it was, stared at the uneaten chips in my hands and the sweating can of cola.

"Y-you going to eat those....?" He asked in a raspy voice, gesturing at the chips with a twitching hand.
I shook my head and nervously held them out to him. "N-no, I never do..." I spoke sheepishly as he snatched them, gobbling them up so quickly he began to choke. Now, if it had been anybody else sitting there with a choking Jeff, they would have called the cops and ran, but not me, no. I'm too kind hearted for that, so instead of calling the cops or letting him choke to death, I shuffled over and tipped cola down his throat, washing the chips down.

Jeff stared at me for a moment as I began to move back before grabbing me by my arm and pressing his knife to my throat. "Go ..... to....-"
I cut him off before he could finish. "Yeah, yeah, go to sleep, I got it. Just hurry up and do it, I've got maths next."
This made Jeff stare at me even more. "You....what?"
"I've got maths next, you know, algebra and all that. I'd honestly rather be dead than sitting through Mrs Derek's maths lessons."
A small alarm on my new phone broke the silence that had been made while Jeff took that in.
"What's that?" He asked me suspiciously.
"That, is my alarm telling me I should start walking back to school for the last lesson of the day."
"Oh..." Jeff looked at me, then at the knife at my throat. "Alright....Thanks for the food.....and drink, I guess..." He pulled the knife away, stood and ran back through the trees.

I stood, feeling quite numb and sick with shock, picked up the rubbish and binned it as I made my way back to school.

*Closes diary*