I sat on my bed reading. My parents had been gone two weeks already and I can't find my personal drawing notebook.
My parents are always on business and they get me something every time they are gone. We lived in a huge house but I never liked it I was concealed about it. Never had friends over because I never wanted to become popular.
I'm in trouble. It's my drawings, writings, and diary all together.
My alarm clock also disappeared. My eye twitches thinking about it. The note book had everything in it from my crush to my drawings and my stories. I even wrote poems and songs.
I worked on my math while I waited for Taylor to text me. I always thought something was wrong with her. I didn't care she was my only good friend.
I finish math and hear something crash downstairs I grab my pepper spray and grab a pan from our upstairs kitchen. I see a black figure in our living room. I can hear my heart pounding in my chest.
I slowly creep up to him and hit him on the head except he doesn't go down he turns around I wide eyed grab my pepper spray and spray him in the eyes. Then I run.
I run into the woods and run. My phone is in my pants pocket. I ran scratching and tearing up my legs. I felt blood run down my legs but I ran not caring I needed to get away from this person.
I felt dizzy huddling over my knees. I breathed heavy and loud. I collapsed onto the grass and fell asleep.
I slept for a while I bet. I awoke to the sound of a female voice. I opened my eyes and saw a girl. She had a dark brown cape going over her black hair that stuck out just her bangs. She had a green mask that covered her eyes. She had orange sleeves going down to her wrist and then a green dress over her shirt. She also had blood stains on her shirt. She was a creepy pasta I could tell right from the start.
"I'm Fallen Soul, also known as Taylor." She says stretching her hand out for me. "Now you are a creepy pasta. Welcome, cousin"
I look at her and look down at half of me. I am still as pale as ever just as always but I have stopped bleeding, "Me a pasta you are funny," I laugh.
"I'm not joking, what shall your pasta name be, Brea?" Her voice was full and I knew it wasn't a joke. I thought about it for a couple seconds.
"I'll be The Taker slowly creeping on people and taking their things to scare them then when they awake I'll kill them. My catch fraise, Sleep now and die." I smirk to her.
She laughs, "Welcome Taker." I follow her into a house not far from where we were. After going in she pulls out a couple pillows and lets me rest on a couch in the living room.
I awake to someone moving me. I looked up and saw, Jeff? Jeff the Killer? Oh yeah he's a pasta. I'm not going to get use to it. He chuckled at me must have known I was shaken up.
"Hey I jus became a pasta and I am not use to seeing Jeff The Killer when I wake up." I snap wanting to curl up into a ball.
"Nothing like having a lady you've never met before sleeping in a couch and then only person who knows who you are is asleep." He smirks
"Yes I will kill all the pastas living here," I say with sarcasm. We all knew I couldnt no one could.
He pulled me off the couch and I winced at his touch. He doesn't care picking up the pillows he disappears out of the room. Then he is back. He talks to me, "Come on we are going to practice,"
"Did you loose the bet?
"Maybe," He says with slight disappointment. He has head length black hair and pale face like myself. His white hoodie is baggy. He takes me to an open field to practice.
Maybe there is a possibility I like him but isnt that crazy i mean who'd like me back...
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Okay sorry its short, only 739 word but i liked it cute and the words indclude this, too. Peace out! ~TheTaker22