I was in High School. I was a awkward kid. I fancied this really beatiful girl, with blonde hair, and a huge smile.
All the other boys had her but it would just end in break-up. She did really nice things for me, like help when I needed it most, and would always give me a birthday card with a check. I gave her my phone number, just that so she could contact me. Until the summer of 09, when I was 18. She came up to me and was about to say something.
I screamed.
Stacey, LOOK OUT!, STACEY?! STACE, ARE YOU OK?, STACEY, NO, PLEASE NO, SOMEONE HELP, CALL 999!
She was hit by a bus. Blood everywhere. I cried.
I went to her funeral. I was going to ask her out when she came up to me.
A few days later, I got a text. It was from Stacey.
Love you, xxo
I cried with confusement and happiness. The phone was buroed with her.I cherished the message forever.
Wait, Going to stop writing for a second.
I got a text.
It’s from Stacey!
Oops, touched your heart, love ya, x
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CreepyPasta - a collection
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