Adopted Daughter Of Slenderman

Chapter 1: Its All About the Journey, Not the Destination

Before i start to tell you about the strange things that occurred to me this past year, I need to inform you about me.

First of all, I'm not weak-minded nor scary. Don't cross me and never try to control me, it would be futile anyways.

I think that's all, oh I almost forgot, the name's Alex. And I'm the adopted daughter of the Slenderman.

Yep, be jealous, I know you are.

So then without further adu, let le story telling begin!

"Alex hurry up or you'll be late!" My mom yells, as if I didn't already know that, in fact I planned on it. I don't want to go to a stupid private school. I mean who in their right minds would want to leave behind; all their friends, and teachers that they actually like, for a school that has people you hate and teachers you want to choke to death when they correct every little fucking mistake that you make...

"Is that a zero or an 'o'?"

"A-are you blind, it's a zero!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't tell because of your poor handwriting."

"This is algebra and I'm working out a math problem, why the fuck would there be an 'O'!?"

"I don't know, work on your writing and then maybe people would be able to read it properly." And then the class laughs like you're the idiot, when really it's your teacher and you begin to wonder how he got his diploma.

Anyways as I was getting ready the "fastest" I could, I heard a knock on my door.

"I'm almost ready! Jeez!" Yet they knock again. "Ugh!" I open the door to revel a certain creepy smiling, raven haired boy. Jeff.

"Time to go to sleep."

"Yeah, no, and what ever happened to you sneaking in people house through the window....at night....its 8:56 in the morning."

"It's good to change it up a bit from time to time."

"Ok so why are you here? Is there something that I can help you with or whatever. I have like...some time left to go to school, and I need a distraction.....you know what, stay, entertain me for a bit. You're the right kind of distraction that I need, so what the hell.

I sit on the floor and cross my legs.

"I-I'm confused."

"How so?"

"Do you want me to kill you or not. You're sorta sending me mixed signals here."

"Wow, and you call yourself a serial killer. For shame Jeffery, for shame."

"Wha-"

"I guess you don't need a GED to become a Creepypasta-wait that means I can quit school and become a killer."

"You're not quitting school!" My mom intervene.

"But mom! Jeff is a high school dropout and look what it got him; no people skills, lack of intelligence, awesome hair, and a smile that can kill."