Stolen Blood

The morning worry

I woke very early that morning, three hours before school started. My eyes were still drearing, and my body was very exhausted. For the day before, I was busy hiding for my life in the woods just behind the school. I hid in a very old tree, but the branches were unstable, so I couldn't rest on them, so I clung for my life to tree for four hours. I was just lucky I was able to hold for that long. But I wasn't going to let the agonizing pain stop me from getting of bed. I popped my neck to help relieve the pain a bit. I got up and walked to my closet, I spent at at least five minutes looking for something that wasn't stained with my blood from previous bully mishaps. I eventually found something, my old grey hoodie that had some holes in it, and some black jeans that went below my feet. I changed in to my clothes and slipped on my old bloody sneakers that were also stained with my blood. I looked myself over in the mirror, and you know what, I liked what I saw. I looked like a killer, and that made me smile, and then I saw the female Jeff that made me happy in a creepy way. 

 Before I headed out of my room, I took one last look. The walls were dark red, and might as well the carpet too for all the blood that was on it. On the wall, was poster of Jeff the killer, he was covered in blood and next to him was the words; "go to sleep", also written in blood. The was the last thing I saw before I left my room. I looked down the long hallway, the perfect place for the setting for a horror movie.  I walked down the hallway until I made to the stairs, I walked down the stairs and made it towards the kitchen. I didn't have much to do but eat some breakfast and watch tv until school. I sighed in stress, I knew what I was in for when I went to school today. But I had the strangest feeling, like, and erge, to do something more powerful and gruesome than getting beat in up. But I ignored it that feeling. I got some breakfast and headed to the living room, and watched tv until school started