(Comment below if you like the story or not because I don't know if I'm going to write it otherwise)
*this is from a diary entry*
Ok, so, I literally HATE school. Except for days like these. The week before Christmas break is clearly the best. Everyone has sleepovers, parties, and last minute secret Santa's. Today just so happens to be Hienerville's annual Holiday party.
The formal dance is tomorrow, but hardly anyone goes to that. Probably because half of the kids in my school are lonely introverts. That includes me.
яєαѕσиѕ αвιgαιℓ нαяρєя ιѕит gσιиg тσ тнє ∂αи¢є:
1) αиуσиє ωнσ ωσʝℓ∂ ρσтєитιαℓℓу αѕк мє συт ιѕ ѕυρєя αииσуιиg
2) ι мιgнт αℓяєα∂у ωαит тσ αѕк ѕσмєσиє
3) тнαт ρєяѕσи αℓяєα∂у нαѕ α ∂αтє
4) тнєιя ∂αтє ιѕ му вяσтнєя'ѕ вєѕт fяιєи∂
Yeah, my life sucks. It isn't really that bad, could be worse. Yeah, freshman year is gonna be "fun".
Suddenly, I snap out of my stupid self monologue daydream. My locker door slams shut.
"How was your day *wink*"
Ew, I'm literally cringing.
"Eli, it's first period," I say, rolling my eyes and opening my locker again.
"Look, Jamie got asked to formal by Nolan, so now she obviously doesn't want to go with me, and I was wondering, since we're really good friends, would you maybe want to..."
"I know where this is going, really?" I anxiously shut my locker, juggling about 500 books in my hands.
"Yes, really," Elijah replies, oddly serious. I look down and notice his fingers are crossed. Great •_•
"Um... maybe..." luckily, the bell rings.
Well that was a "great" start to a "wonderful" day.
f̳͉̼͉̙͔͈̂̉o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆ h͚̖̜̍̃͐o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆s̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚ l͕͖͉̭̰ͬ̍ͤ͆̊ͨa̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆
Now it's ninth period and I can't wait to go home. Hopefully the party would cheer me up.(assuming that's possible)
I've been avoiding Elijah ever since the locker interaction. I even managed to squeeze into Jacob's table at lunch. Jacob is my brother, and he's only a year older than me, so we tend to get put into the same lunch period. I'm pretty close with his friends, so I just kinda talked my way into the group through Jake's friend Jonah, who we're almost certain has a crush on me. *cringe intensifies*
And the bell to tenth period just rang, which is great because now Mrs. Tornsan can't give us the new writing assignment. And also because I can see most of my friends.
Wait, why did Elijah just walk into Mr. Crim's room. THAT'S MY TENTH PERIOD CLASS.
"Why are you here," I whisper scream, turned around in my seat. We have assigned seats and the desk behind me is usually empty, but so is the one behind Emma. Of course he has to pick the one right behind ME.
"What's the problem, did you miss me *cringey wink once again* So, did ya make up your mind. I still have two tickets and I really want to go. I'll even pay for your outfit."
"Fiiiiiiiine I'll go," I whine. I'll admit I'm kind of blushing right now, but how could I not. I've literally been waiting for this moment my entire life.
t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊w̠̘̗͖̮̥ͣ̽ͫ͂o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊ h͚̖̜̍̃͐o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆s̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚ l͕͖͉̭̰ͬ̍ͤ͆̊ͨa̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆
Finally, I'm at the holiday party. I walk over to a group of kids my age talking. I sit down between Eli and Peyton.
I'm gonna be honest here. Had Elijah not asked me to formal, I was totally gonna ask Peyton. Platonic or not, it was bound to happen.
I low key wanna hear whatever the heck Elijah's talking about.
"Did you guys hear about the ghost thing that supposedly haunts the school"
We all shook are heads "no".
"Yeah, I heard the highschoolers talking about it and Jamie filled me in on the 'full story'. So apparently some girl died while they were renovating the school like ten years ago. They were laying new cement on the sidewalk and redoing the parking lot. Then some jerk pushed this girl into a cement mixer while the kids were putting handprints and stuff in the sidewalk. Rumor has it that she still can be seen standing next to the sidewalk, putting her hand in her spot, and then vanishing."
"Lame," Braden remarks.
I actually kind of believe it. I mean, it is highly possible. Also, I've been to Gettysburgh before, I believe in ghosts. They're super cool.
"So what's her name," Peyton scooches closer into the circle.
"Leila Brink"
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Leila Brink
Teen FictionRumor has it that Hienerville Academy is haunted by an old highschool student. Of course, I totally don't believe that. After all, rumors are almost never true... right?
