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
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*
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