So I decided to write this thing, well I had to do it, it's homework. But I decided to continue it as a story, The first paragraph is the homework , the rest I wrote myself because I felt bored and had no Idea what to do for tonight, Places are open for future chapters, I'll simply make this up as I go along The characters in this story so far are: Jeff the Killer. Dont kill me I had no ideas Some random female that's spot is open to anyone that wants to participate. Me, The sister. And Just anyone that would like to participate in the story please write your name, what you would like to be called in the story, in the comments or whatever I dunno. So here we go. Chapter One: Prologue. I cried. I cried everyday for him. I cried as he moved away. I cried when I found him. I cried as he went mad and stabbed those bullies to protect me and his brother. I cried when his brother was taken away. I cried when he stopped talking to me. I cried when he went mad at the birthday party. I cried as he wasn't Jeff Blalock, But Jeff the Killer. So someone, Please tell me, Why am I not crying now? Why is it that tears don't stream down my face as I run through the forest from a hooded figure? This wasn't my life, This wasn't me. But who was I? Anyone, Someone, Please help me. I need you... I sat up in bed, Grasping my chest, panting heavily. Another Nightmare.. I told myself, I tried to convince myself it was just a nightmare, Not the memory. The Memory. It happened. All of it. A few weeks ago, I hit my head while running through a forest, running from someone, but I didn't know who. It was someone. In a dark hoodie, I think black, they wore a light blue mask, with soulless holes where the eyes were meant to be, it frightened me so much, I stood up from the bench I was sitting on and ran. It scared me to this day. Weird things had been happening since then though, I felt eyes on me wherever I went. Pale hands grasped my shoulders from behind, but when I turned around, nothing was there. I sighed. It's just Paranoia.. . My mind whispered to me, I knew it wasn't, Someone was watching me, I felt it. I swung my legs out of bed, My feet touched the familiar cold wooden floor of my Bedroom. I heard My mothers calls for me, and My sisters, always eager to get me out of bed as always I see. "Unnamed!" The voice called out I recognised it as the voice of my mother. ((We'll call her Unnamed as she has no name yet.)) "Coming!" I shouted back, cupping one hand around the side of my mouth, so maybe my voice would be louder. I slipped on a dressing gown and rushed down the stairs, My mother was there waiting for me, My sister also, My father had already gone to work, as I saw his watch on the table, He always forgot his watch. Always. "Gof Morfning!" My sister, Poppy, Grinned. Her mouth full of pancakes, Topped with chocolate. God how she loved those. "Good morning Dear." My Mother smiled at me, Her soft voice a song to my ears. "Mornin' You two.." I yawned, My arms stretching over my head. I had been reading horror stories half the night, Ones that were old. I probably wouldn't remember them in a few days. I'd be fine. Hopefully. "First day of school today! Are Ya excited?! Are Ya?!" Poppy had finished her pancakes, as her voice was much clearer now. Poppy was a few years younger than me, and she was just joining Secondary school, She was Year Seven, while I was a year Eleven, Meaning that I would be leaving soon. ((Yes I am using the English version of schools, as I live in England, and I find American schools confusing.)) "No. Not really, I've been going to that school for years now, It gets a little boring to me.." I smirked as I saw the happy face of her's fall. "You're no fun.." She muttered, turning away. I laughed and patted her on the back, shoving a piece of toast in my mouth. "Better Get ready!" My voice came out in a muffle due to the toast inside my mouth, She nodded anyway and rushed off to her room. My mother shook her head. "That girl.." She chuckled, "Always getting over-excited about things.." She then looked at me. "Now shoo. You better get ready too." She grinned and made a 'Shoo-ing' Motion with her hands, I giggled and ran out of the room, going to get ready for the day ahead. -End- So that was the first chapter, It wasn't that good, But I still tried. And No I am not copying the other people that have done stories, I just felt like writing one with all of you guys, because I'm bad at making up personalities and things like that. So If you would like to join just Fill out this small form thing. What would your name be?: How old do you want to be? Or what year do you want to be in?: What would your personality be like?: Would you like to be friends with other OCs or other characters? If so, Who?: Would you like to be The Unnamed? The first person to say yes to this gets the part: Ehehe Thanks for reading! I hope this wasnt too long!
