Post by Lunabella on Jan 6, 2012 16:12:53 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
This is the last week of school and being in the high school was much different from the middle school. It didn’t help that we moved this summer so I didn’t know anyone. I didn’t even know the school colors! At lunch I sat at a table alone. Everybody seemed to dislike me. I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t dress preppy like them or if it was because I was new. I had no help at all. Even the teachers gave me evil looks like I did something wrong, although I didn’t say anything and did everything they told me to. I’m unsure at this moment maybe tomorrow will be better.
10:56PM Wednesday May 27, 09 Angel Lexi Young
Dear Diary,
Today was NOT better. The first person to actually talk to me directly was this senior girl. Her exact words were “You Freak get out of my way!!” Obviously this is not going to end well… I’m sick of being treated like a Freak! I never did anything to them! I wish Kat was here. Maybe if she was, I wouldn’t feel so alone… Tomorrow better be better or I’ll lose it.
9:56PM Thursday, May 28, 09 Angel Lexi Young
I put my diary away in my drawer and lay down to go to sleep. I woke up the next morning at four. I changed into my school uniform which was blue with white sleeves and blue socks that reached the middle thigh with brown shoes. I left my black hair down so it covered my face I wore my make-up very lightly. I packed my purse. Since I walked to school I had a black blade survival knife hidden in my purse. My purse was large enough to carry a small book with pencils, pens, erasers, pads, my knife, my iPod, and a deck of cards. I carried my books to and from school. Today was the last day before vacation. Last day of this hell-hole I have been going to all year. I liked it back in Pennsylvania. I had friends, a family and most of all my sanity. In this school I have nothing. No friends. My family is never home. Worst of it though is that I am to close to losing my sanity, patience, and along with that, myself. I’m not a violent person. I would not want to hurt someone if I don’t need to. I love animals. I love nature. I love to sing. I love to do many things. Yet for some reason everyone in the school hates me. They hate me so much it stings. I can feel their hatred radiating from them, entering me. I don’t like it. It means I am starting to hate. I don’t like to hate. I am nice. I am kind. I have never hurt a soul. I would help everybody. I want to be around people I never hide my face. Well at least that’s how I used to be. I changed as soon as the school year started. It only became worst.
I left my house and started walking to school. On my way I put in my iPod and the music that came on was “No more Sorrow” by Linkin Park. I walked to the parking lot of my school. It was filled by the time I got there. When I walked by the groups of people just sitting there, they stared and whispered about me. It was obvious that it was about me because they were pointing and staring at me. I took a deep breath and walked into the girls’ locker room. I had Gym first. The teacher hated me. I participated and I was actually pretty good. I was getting changed near my locker. Girls stayed away from me. Today though apparently was going to be different. A girl named Stacy walked over. She was known as the bitch of the school. Stacy walked right up to me and hit me. I looked at her.
“Why did you hit me?” I asked calmly
“Because you are a freak and freaks don’t deserve to be in this school let alone near me.” She said
“Well obviously we all don’t get our own way.” I said still calmly.
“Why are you coping an attitude with me, freak? I didn’t do anything for you to cop this attitude with me.”
“Don’t mess with me today.” I warned
“Oh I scared. Mrs. Kprovinak this girl just hit me!” She yelled as the teacher walked in.
“Miss Young is this true.”
“I didn’t lay a hand on her.”
“She’s lying! I saw it!” Stacy’s friend Cara said
“Miss Young! I expected you to tell the truth but because you lied you need to go to the principal’s office.” The teacher said walking into her office. She wrote me a slip to go to the office. The secretary glared as I entered. The principal walked out and asked me to tell him what happened. When I said nothing he went on a rant on how it is against school rules to hit another student. I was starting to see red. Then a thought came to mind. I still have my purse with me. I grabbed into my purse and grabbed my knife. I showed the principle.
“Do you know what this is?”
“Weapons are not permitted in school.” He said fright spilling from his voice.
“This is not a weapon. This is vengeance. This is retribution. This is revenge.” I said. I quickly jumped up onto his desk. His chair rolled backwards and he fell out of it. I walked over to him quickly and slit his throat across the jugular. Blood spilled out of it. I guess severing a main artery does that. I then noticed all the blood on my hands. I smirked. Now I really was seeing red. The bloodiest red I could ever know. I got up leaving my stuff there but keeping the knife with me. The secretary looked panicked and picked up the phone to dial 911. I cut open her stomach and let her organs fall out, stabbing the heart as it fell. The phone dropped. I didn’t bother to hang it back up. By the time I was done, no one would be here to use it. People didn’t know yet that I was killing them. The fear in their eyes was the best part about the murder: Seeing the life drain from them, seeing the sorrow and regret. As I saw some girls walk into the bathroom, I followed. No one would be watching the camera, which was the secretary’s job. The girls noticed my covered in blood. One screamed as another tried to find a weapon. She found a metal nail file. I laughed at them. I walked over to the one that screamed and slit her throat. She fell dead right away. The one with the nail file charged at me. I caught her hand before it hit my skin. The nail file broke a button or two as I opened her torso up, blood flooding from her I stabbed her heart and punctured her lungs. I locked the door as I walked out. I saw three guys walk into the other bathroom. I followed. They didn’t notice the blood on my hands, only that my shirt was ripped open. When did that happen? I walked over to them.
“Hey girl.” The one guy said obviously high. I walked in front of him. The other two stood behind me. They smirked and laughed. My knife was hidden in a small bag that I took from one of the dead girls. The two guys behind me grabbed my hands. The one in front of me started stripping me of my shirt and bra. I laughed and kneed him. When he fell I back kicked the one guy to my right. He dropped and fell. The third one let go to hold him. I grabbed my knife and cut their members off. I shoved their members in their mouth then slit their throats. When I was done, I washed my hands and knife in the sink. No other part of me touched blood. I hid the knife on me and walked out of the bathroom as classes were changing. I walked into my next class. As every student sat down, I stood up and locked the door.
“Miss Young. Sit down this instant!” My teacher said. I smirked as he walked my way. I stabbed him in the stomach and cut it open. He fell to the floor. One girl screamed. She was the first to die. I killed every one in that room in a similar way and when all of them were dead I walked to the next class. I did this for quite some time. It was near the end of the day when I noticed; that wasn’t everyone. I was missing Stacy and her group. I found them in the courtyard there was only four left. The one in the back I killed first. Her name was Kristina. She was one of Stacy’s minions. She went down silently. Three. I grabbed Cara’s boyfriend John. He thought it was Kristina and laughed, turning around. As he turned I stabbed him. He fell instantly. Two. Cara, hearing the noise, turned around. She ran over not even seeing me and cried over his dead body. I stabbed her back getting her spine and paralyzing her. I sighed and stabbed her side slicing to the opposite side. One. Stacy turned around and saw me. I smirked.
“You.” She said venom dripping from her voice.
“Yes Stacy, it is me.” I said.
“You are the killer aren’t you freak?”
“Oh so you actually noticed? I didn’t think your intelligence would be able to comprehend the blood on me.” I said
“Oh so I’m guessing you saved the best for last.”
“Not the best but the most fun yes.” She was backing away from me. There was only one door leading out of the courtyard, and it was behind me. She looked at me tears coming to her eyes.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Yes” I said emotionlessly. She let a cry out as she backed into a corner. I put the knife in my belt. She saw this as an opportunity. She ran as me. I grabbed her by the shoulders. She locked her legs. I smirked and kicked the one closer. She fell and cried in pain, hitting the stone bench. He head was bleeding. I walked over to her and hit a certain part of her spine, it disabled her movement. I walked over to her. I decided to put her through a lot of pain. Without saying anything, I cut off each and every one of her fingers. Hearing her cry out in pain made me smile. When her fingers were cut off I grabbed a metal baseball bat that I found under a table. I smashed in her kneecaps. I then broke her feet. She cried out again. I smashed her ribs. She cried in pain and coughed up blood.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she cried
“I will hurt you as much as you hurt me.” I said breaking her legs and shoulders. She cried again. I then took out my knife and stabbed her. She was the only one I let die slowly. I walked out of the front of the school covered in blood. A police car was out there with guys pointing guns at me. My knife was in my hand.
“Put the knife down!” one of them yelled.
“I warned you all.” I said taking a step forward. A cop shot his gun and the last thing I remember is the color red…
The End
This is the last week of school and being in the high school was much different from the middle school. It didn’t help that we moved this summer so I didn’t know anyone. I didn’t even know the school colors! At lunch I sat at a table alone. Everybody seemed to dislike me. I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t dress preppy like them or if it was because I was new. I had no help at all. Even the teachers gave me evil looks like I did something wrong, although I didn’t say anything and did everything they told me to. I’m unsure at this moment maybe tomorrow will be better.
10:56PM Wednesday May 27, 09 Angel Lexi Young
Dear Diary,
Today was NOT better. The first person to actually talk to me directly was this senior girl. Her exact words were “You Freak get out of my way!!” Obviously this is not going to end well… I’m sick of being treated like a Freak! I never did anything to them! I wish Kat was here. Maybe if she was, I wouldn’t feel so alone… Tomorrow better be better or I’ll lose it.
9:56PM Thursday, May 28, 09 Angel Lexi Young
I put my diary away in my drawer and lay down to go to sleep. I woke up the next morning at four. I changed into my school uniform which was blue with white sleeves and blue socks that reached the middle thigh with brown shoes. I left my black hair down so it covered my face I wore my make-up very lightly. I packed my purse. Since I walked to school I had a black blade survival knife hidden in my purse. My purse was large enough to carry a small book with pencils, pens, erasers, pads, my knife, my iPod, and a deck of cards. I carried my books to and from school. Today was the last day before vacation. Last day of this hell-hole I have been going to all year. I liked it back in Pennsylvania. I had friends, a family and most of all my sanity. In this school I have nothing. No friends. My family is never home. Worst of it though is that I am to close to losing my sanity, patience, and along with that, myself. I’m not a violent person. I would not want to hurt someone if I don’t need to. I love animals. I love nature. I love to sing. I love to do many things. Yet for some reason everyone in the school hates me. They hate me so much it stings. I can feel their hatred radiating from them, entering me. I don’t like it. It means I am starting to hate. I don’t like to hate. I am nice. I am kind. I have never hurt a soul. I would help everybody. I want to be around people I never hide my face. Well at least that’s how I used to be. I changed as soon as the school year started. It only became worst.
I left my house and started walking to school. On my way I put in my iPod and the music that came on was “No more Sorrow” by Linkin Park. I walked to the parking lot of my school. It was filled by the time I got there. When I walked by the groups of people just sitting there, they stared and whispered about me. It was obvious that it was about me because they were pointing and staring at me. I took a deep breath and walked into the girls’ locker room. I had Gym first. The teacher hated me. I participated and I was actually pretty good. I was getting changed near my locker. Girls stayed away from me. Today though apparently was going to be different. A girl named Stacy walked over. She was known as the bitch of the school. Stacy walked right up to me and hit me. I looked at her.
“Why did you hit me?” I asked calmly
“Because you are a freak and freaks don’t deserve to be in this school let alone near me.” She said
“Well obviously we all don’t get our own way.” I said still calmly.
“Why are you coping an attitude with me, freak? I didn’t do anything for you to cop this attitude with me.”
“Don’t mess with me today.” I warned
“Oh I scared. Mrs. Kprovinak this girl just hit me!” She yelled as the teacher walked in.
“Miss Young is this true.”
“I didn’t lay a hand on her.”
“She’s lying! I saw it!” Stacy’s friend Cara said
“Miss Young! I expected you to tell the truth but because you lied you need to go to the principal’s office.” The teacher said walking into her office. She wrote me a slip to go to the office. The secretary glared as I entered. The principal walked out and asked me to tell him what happened. When I said nothing he went on a rant on how it is against school rules to hit another student. I was starting to see red. Then a thought came to mind. I still have my purse with me. I grabbed into my purse and grabbed my knife. I showed the principle.
“Do you know what this is?”
“Weapons are not permitted in school.” He said fright spilling from his voice.
“This is not a weapon. This is vengeance. This is retribution. This is revenge.” I said. I quickly jumped up onto his desk. His chair rolled backwards and he fell out of it. I walked over to him quickly and slit his throat across the jugular. Blood spilled out of it. I guess severing a main artery does that. I then noticed all the blood on my hands. I smirked. Now I really was seeing red. The bloodiest red I could ever know. I got up leaving my stuff there but keeping the knife with me. The secretary looked panicked and picked up the phone to dial 911. I cut open her stomach and let her organs fall out, stabbing the heart as it fell. The phone dropped. I didn’t bother to hang it back up. By the time I was done, no one would be here to use it. People didn’t know yet that I was killing them. The fear in their eyes was the best part about the murder: Seeing the life drain from them, seeing the sorrow and regret. As I saw some girls walk into the bathroom, I followed. No one would be watching the camera, which was the secretary’s job. The girls noticed my covered in blood. One screamed as another tried to find a weapon. She found a metal nail file. I laughed at them. I walked over to the one that screamed and slit her throat. She fell dead right away. The one with the nail file charged at me. I caught her hand before it hit my skin. The nail file broke a button or two as I opened her torso up, blood flooding from her I stabbed her heart and punctured her lungs. I locked the door as I walked out. I saw three guys walk into the other bathroom. I followed. They didn’t notice the blood on my hands, only that my shirt was ripped open. When did that happen? I walked over to them.
“Hey girl.” The one guy said obviously high. I walked in front of him. The other two stood behind me. They smirked and laughed. My knife was hidden in a small bag that I took from one of the dead girls. The two guys behind me grabbed my hands. The one in front of me started stripping me of my shirt and bra. I laughed and kneed him. When he fell I back kicked the one guy to my right. He dropped and fell. The third one let go to hold him. I grabbed my knife and cut their members off. I shoved their members in their mouth then slit their throats. When I was done, I washed my hands and knife in the sink. No other part of me touched blood. I hid the knife on me and walked out of the bathroom as classes were changing. I walked into my next class. As every student sat down, I stood up and locked the door.
“Miss Young. Sit down this instant!” My teacher said. I smirked as he walked my way. I stabbed him in the stomach and cut it open. He fell to the floor. One girl screamed. She was the first to die. I killed every one in that room in a similar way and when all of them were dead I walked to the next class. I did this for quite some time. It was near the end of the day when I noticed; that wasn’t everyone. I was missing Stacy and her group. I found them in the courtyard there was only four left. The one in the back I killed first. Her name was Kristina. She was one of Stacy’s minions. She went down silently. Three. I grabbed Cara’s boyfriend John. He thought it was Kristina and laughed, turning around. As he turned I stabbed him. He fell instantly. Two. Cara, hearing the noise, turned around. She ran over not even seeing me and cried over his dead body. I stabbed her back getting her spine and paralyzing her. I sighed and stabbed her side slicing to the opposite side. One. Stacy turned around and saw me. I smirked.
“You.” She said venom dripping from her voice.
“Yes Stacy, it is me.” I said.
“You are the killer aren’t you freak?”
“Oh so you actually noticed? I didn’t think your intelligence would be able to comprehend the blood on me.” I said
“Oh so I’m guessing you saved the best for last.”
“Not the best but the most fun yes.” She was backing away from me. There was only one door leading out of the courtyard, and it was behind me. She looked at me tears coming to her eyes.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Yes” I said emotionlessly. She let a cry out as she backed into a corner. I put the knife in my belt. She saw this as an opportunity. She ran as me. I grabbed her by the shoulders. She locked her legs. I smirked and kicked the one closer. She fell and cried in pain, hitting the stone bench. He head was bleeding. I walked over to her and hit a certain part of her spine, it disabled her movement. I walked over to her. I decided to put her through a lot of pain. Without saying anything, I cut off each and every one of her fingers. Hearing her cry out in pain made me smile. When her fingers were cut off I grabbed a metal baseball bat that I found under a table. I smashed in her kneecaps. I then broke her feet. She cried out again. I smashed her ribs. She cried in pain and coughed up blood.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she cried
“I will hurt you as much as you hurt me.” I said breaking her legs and shoulders. She cried again. I then took out my knife and stabbed her. She was the only one I let die slowly. I walked out of the front of the school covered in blood. A police car was out there with guys pointing guns at me. My knife was in my hand.
“Put the knife down!” one of them yelled.
“I warned you all.” I said taking a step forward. A cop shot his gun and the last thing I remember is the color red…
The End