I was breathless from the lovemaking.  As I started to sneak off to get put as Lilly when to work.  I started to get this stress headache.  It was annoying.  I should have taken a Tylenol, but I did not.   That was when the bus was still there as the police were still questioning  the rider of the prank in question.    Soon, I was called to the curb, and I was questioned.  This was more than annoying for me as i had a headache, and I needed to lay down.

When I got home, finally, I started to get ready to take the Tylenol.  I went and laid down when I got a call from a friend, not a best friend  but just a friend.

Her name is jojo she is the one person who hates my brother as much as I do. But I knew her from high school art class, the friendship was deeper than just hatred of my brother.  So I started to text her.

* Hey there,

Hey, I am just relaxing

* Would you like to hang out, beastie.*

Let me just get a Tylenol for my headache.

*Oh, stress*

Yes, see you soon.

I got the Tylenol into me, and soon, I was out for the day.   I could not go to the beach as this was still unsafe.   There is supposedly more chatter.     That was when she mentioned that she wanted to get a tattoo that would match and spend the day.

I really wanted to just relax and just hang out.   I was saving a spot on my body for a tattoo with Lilly.  That was it.  I had to text her and tell her that the tattoo was not a good idea.  Soon, I started to text that I had a girlfriend whom I promised years ago that I was going to get matching tattoos with her.

Soon, I was getting a text.

*Oh, you have a girlfriend, jimmy*

Yes

*i did not know that you were lesbian.*

Yes, I am.

* Last time you were dating that guy,*

He cheated on me

*oh*

Yes, I started  to date other girls when i got in that accident.  She was the only person there for me.

*really*

Really!

That was when I decided to lay down and nurse my headache.   That was when my phone buzzed, and I blocked the friends number.  I could not stand her jealousy and her negative emotions.

I started to read a book.   This was a novel in verse. This  was a horror novel in verse.  As I started to read the more my phone buzzed.

Who was that I thought to my self. That was when I saw the news before then texted.  Apparently, there was a massive shark attack in the Pacific Ocean.    I could not  help but read the article that was from the LA times.   My heart sank as I wanted to hang out at the beach with Lilly and a friend.    But the beach was forbidden grounds and it was dangerous.   Though, I don't think that the shark had anything to do with the impending attacks.  I still remember  the news from last night.  

That was when my friend nils texted me.  I knew him from childhood and his sister Ana  too.

* Hey, we have to go out for just lunch today because of the fatal shark attack last night.*

Ok

*thank you for understanding*

No problem

As I started to feel better, I got up and started to walk out of the apartment.   I soon realized that the headache was stress and hunger as I didn't have breakfast.  

When I walked to Peggy's cove, which was a small restaurant nils and Lilly, who was off  on lunch break. 

The smell was getting  through me, and I was getting hungrier than a shark. 

I ordered th garlic cheese bread.  And i started to eat when the food was being served.  I could not help myself.  Nils and Lilly  each had a burger.

By the time I was finished, they just started theirs. 

But at least I got rid of my headache.   I still down know why I let myself get that way at the beginning of the day.  It is probably because the muffins at my apartment are full of nuts.   This is the thing with me and nuts. 

I fucking hate nuts as I dimwitted ate a chocolate bar with a nut in it, it was so disgusting that I throw up.  That was the first and last time with nuts.   But it would have helped if I just swallowed the thing all together.

So I don't like nuts.   But I also hate meat to.   For the same reason....it is disgusting, too.

As i ordered another helping ilif garlic cheese bread and then drink my orange crush.  I sighed with satisfaction and relief.  That was when  Lilly told me that she wanted to make out in the alley way behind the restaurant.

As we (Lilly and I ) started to make out, I could not help  but think that she was kind of teasing me.  

"Maybe we should make love," she said.  "Here and now."

"Sounds good," I said.

"Shut up and kiss me."

I kissed her deeply, and i started to feel her up.     That was we could only feel each other up in public or she could lose her job. 

That was when she exposed her shoulder for me to kiss.    I kissed her on the  shoulder and kissed her neck  as well as nibbling on her ear.  She had some perfume on today.   I did not notice the smell until I knew it was so subtitle.

But I loved that small. 

"Shit," she said.  "I got to go back to work."

"Awww, really!"

"Yes," she said.   "Maybe you can come tonight after the shift."

I agreed to that.

She kissed me goodbye, and I was standing in the alley way like a deer in headlights.    I was stunned at how beautiful she was.

When i got home I started to write the first chapter of the book. Which is called science needs.

The day I met January was at the beginning of the school year in 2012.  I was in a grade 7 & grade 8 class.  I was still friends with jeni and Kari, whom i knew from kindergarten.  I was assigned seats with January, and I wanted to be with my many friends.  Most of my class was my friends at the time.   That was until they saw me with an "autopsy girl."   That was what got the ball slowly moving on my social death.    That was when they started to call me names like: autopsy girl, the r slur, spazz out.  They were other names that I was called bit I rather not remember them as they were not memorable in the positive sense.

I remember that everyone was given two teachers at the same time.  January and I shared the same teachers despite her being in grade 8.    I was one of the most popular girls  at this time, and it took just to lose all that.  Day by day, I was losing friends the way you lost many at the casino or the stock market.  It was that seating arrangement that cost me a lot, socially. 

"Hi," January said.   "I am January, I run the forensic science club.  They call me Jannie in the club."

"Hello," I said. 

"And what is your name."  She asked.

"Cassi," I sighed.  "Why do we have to be seated together."

"I actually like you as a friend...."

"I got enough friends." I stated.  "But thank you."

"Sure thing," she said. "I like to think of you as a friend....  oh my God, I think you should join my club."

"Forensic science....." I moaned, trying to draw an anime character.  "Fine!"

"Cool....."

"It looks like I am losing friends right now."

"But you will make new ones," she said.  She was sickly skinny, though she ate a lot.  And she had a Bruce Lee styled haircut.   She seemed very nice, and I would have been friends if she did not wear medical scrubs half the time.  I just  did not  want to end up like her.....but it looked like that. 

*ding*

*ding*

*ding*

It was time for lunch.   I went to ask my friends if I could sit with them.

"Now you may not....."

"Shit."

I was going to sit outside on my own when i was pulled into the biology room.  Who did this.   I turn around and I see the "walking skeleton," her self....January, among other freaks of  nature.

"Hello," she said. "And welcome to our little club."  She proceeded to introduce me to the other members.  The other members were all gifted kids: there was Felix, Aaron, Rannie, and Annie.  But there was also Madison and Addy.   They looked normally  for the most part, but Addy had only one eye.  The other one was missing. 

I was the only normally one there.  I looked at other kids.  They dressed geeky, and they looked like they might have psychiatric issues.   They also looked like they all had serious adhd.  As they were an excitable bunch.  

So basically, we watched shows like Dr. G: Medical Examiner, forensic files, new detectives, medical detectives, and secrets of forensic science while discussing the science behind it. This was total geekry.

I was the only one wearing a baseball jersey and ripped skinny jeans. I also was the only one with pink hair.  I looked at this science nerds and I felt self-pity.

We watched the show of the day.  It was a forensic files episode about a idiot woman named Stella Nickel.  She was caught by her hobby.  That much I will say.  As I looked around, I could not think that I was living in PTSD grade nightmare.   I could not sneak out for the simple fact as I was too polite  in that sense.

"When will this nightmare end." I grumbled to myself.  "I just want this to end."

*ding*

*ding*

*ding*

That was when I shot out of there and started to scream out loud.   The other kids knew which room I had come  out of.   And they started pointing and laughing. 

The most geeky thing I ever did other than walk out of that damn room wad when i play D&D with the neighborhood kids....but that was actually  fun.

For one....with dungeons and dragons, you get to make a character, fight monsters, and other cool stuff. Also, it gets you interested in crystals and shamanism.    Speaking  of which, I have that tonight after school.  Thank God....something to look forward to.  These friends could not be contaminated by hatred.    As these kids were from other schools. 

Thank freaking God for dungeons and dragons!

In this group of friends who I play D&D with, I have: Seth, Chris Brandy, and Erika, as well  as Lisa.   They were  pretty good kids.

After about three or four hours, I heard the

*ding*

*ding*

*dong*

That signified the end of this hell.  I ran out before my former friends or the forensic kids would spot me.  As I snuck out school through a side door and made my way home.  That was when I was spotted by Jannie. 

"Damn it!"

"Can I walk you home?"

"What are we dating."

"No...." she said.   "But really, I hope we can be friends."

"Not in as snowballs chance in hell," I said. 

"When I finish studying for pre high school, can I come over?  I also will be a medical examiner...."

"You still talking."

"I really like you."

"Yeah, well....I don't."  I said.  "Unlike you, I am normal."

She just followed me to my front door.  "Dad....can you tell this creepypasta to leave me alone."

"Hello, sweetheart," Father said.  He goes by the name Gruesome.  "Looks like you made a friend."

"Well, the friend made me."

"She seems nicer than  the popular girls you hang out with...."

"I am starting to think that," I said, getting  ready to go across the street for D&D. 

A little about me:

Favorite sports teams: Ottawa Titans, the sens, and Toronto blue Jay's.

Favorites interests: writing, photography,  music production (playing guitar and singing), art, swimming, and baseball.-watching it and astronomy.  I also love body art. 

Music: blink-182, insane clown posse, twisted, abk and  blaze yah dead homie, Janet Jackson.

Movies: Jackie Chan movies, kill bill, and karate kid moves (the old ones)

Tv: Simpsons, major league baseball, and WWE.

Books: Silverwing, sun wing, fire wing, dark wing, love hypothesis, Harry Potter, and butter balls.  

My heroes: Janet Jackson, cat von dee.

So you will never see me wearing a lab coat or scrubs like these forensic freaks.   

I gathered my dice that I got on my birthday in February.  As I made my way out the door, I ran across the street to my neighbor, Seth's house, thinking that queen freak was watching.   When I heard Seth's voice, that was when i knew I was safe.

"I take it you had a rough day,"  he was an empath. And he knew when to say the right thing.  In the other room, I saw the others, Chris,  Brandy , Erika, and Lisa. 

"Hello," I said miserably. "You won't believe the stalker I have."

"That is rough....." Brandy said. "That the girl in the medical scrubs?"

".....Yes!" I nearly sobbed.  "I had to be assigned  seats with her now. My other friends hate me."

"Wow...." Chris said.  "She is a walking disaster. "

"Yeah, no kidding," I said.   

After hours of gaming, I soon had to go home to study.  But I looked over my shoulder  to see if January  was there.  Bu I did not have to do that.

When I walked up my walkway, my father was there waiting.

"You have a fringe who wants to talk to you,"

"Oh God," I moaned. "Why!" 

I walked in and found her on my couch sitting.  dammit.  I thought to myself.     I thought I was going to have a premature stroke. 

"What are you doing here."  I said. "Dad, what is this person doing here."

"I was here hoping we could study together." Jannie said.  

"Fine."

"Thanks," she smiled."You won't regret this. Also, I could be your science tutor."

I smacked my forehead and said, "Damm it."

That I could not shake this girl off me.  She was on me like DNA.    That was when i might as well be richer than Donald trump.  If I had a dollar ..... that was all I  could say.

"Dad," I said through my teeth. "Can I talk to you."

"Why!" 

"I just want to write something  instead of feeling sorry  for myself."  I was working on a manuscript about the wendigo. It was a collection of short stories.

And so I went to my room and started to type on my wattpad.  This is the first story about this one person in my collection.

This one person was called Scott Peters. as I finished, I looked it over.

'i went to take a shower and got some lemon soap out as i could not handle the smell that was on my body. this was a horrific smell, to say the least! so you are wondering why lemons... well, the help cut the through the smell of decompistion. as i had to kill the wendigo, i could not help but deal with the smell! soon i was putting shampoo and lemon juice in my purple... they were right it was cutting through the smell, but what about the memories if through the wendigo oarts in all over the forest! you can not cut through that!

it is said that according to legend that you were supposed to murder and dismember the wendigo in order for it not to come back. needless to say that the wendigo was something that would haunt me. but in the way i wanted it to.

as i dryied myself off and got into my pjs, i found that like there was something watching me. as i went to comb my purple hair and get all my jewelery back on i a shadow that was looking in the window of my bedroom.

thud

thud

thud

thud

thud

this sound was driving me insane i could not help but think that it was back. soon i look in the direction of the shadow. it looked like it was trying to reattach its left arm on again. was this the same wendigo that i like and dismembered!

never more!

as i looked, i saw that my insanity was going to be depleeted! that was my mental health. I went belly up as i realized that it was the same goddamn wedigo that i killed. asi looked in horror. i saw that the thing was eating something as it watched me! but i could not be too sure!

i went to the window worh caution and wished i had not!

as i went to see what it was eating, it saw that it was a human arm that was clutching a fist. this was when i started to wad my fingers in fists them selves and took a general fighting stance. i wanted to kill this thing. It obviously had attacked and ate someone! but i could nit figure out who until i saw the tattoo on the inner forearm! That's as when i noticed the chinese styled dragon on it..... it was my friend bobby's arm!

some dread washed over me!

scotty get ahold of yourself i toldmy self! this had to be a bad dream! but i was not! soon i was going to go insane with rage and grief as i never saw anyone or anything take on bobby as he was a black belt in karate! this thing had to be off supernature strength to be able to take him on and tear him apart.

this was an unseasonably warm winter..... this was an el ninio winter, and i found that the wendigo only comess out during the harsh winters! but there it was just looking at je was the arm.

i was shocked. That's when i decided that anger was the best option, but i did not know how good of an outcome it would have for me! that when i decided to try to stone the thing to death. as i cast the first stone, it started me down, and i soon through more rocks ar it butit could do nothing bt run into the forest as if it was on fire. i could not believe what i had.

although i knew that it would come back again and that it would finish the job!

i soon dropped into the snow or what was left of the snow and caught my breath, but I could not believe that i scared it off. but there were still the what ifs! what if it comes back? What if it kills me this time. i had some, many what ifs!

but know i had to talk to the shower again and try to get more sleep.

nevermore!!!'

I looked at the writing... it looked good, and soon, she was gone.  I dodged a bullet.   I felt proud of myself about my writing. 

I started to design the cover  for my manuscript when I noticed my father was staring at me. 

"What do you want,dad," i asked.

"She was just trying to be friends with you."

"I know, but..."

"But nothing,"  he snapped.  "She was trying to be your friend."

"Damn it."

"Just stop being a juff, or I will ground you!"

"Ground me!"

"Fine, have it your way."

That what when I actually felt remorse and sadness. I could  help  but think that I could have been better behaved.