Chapter 1
I stepped off of the bus and felt the gritty road crunch under my feet.
The scenery was washed out and grey. Crows perched on the dead tree branches that lined the road.
"You'd be wise to continue with caution," the hooded driver warned.
"What do you mean?" I asked turning my head.
"That's one scary ass school your going to. You some sort of crazy person?"
I looked at him confused.
"No, I don't really have a choice anymore. My parents don't want me to retake Jr High, so I was sent here" I said, shifting my bag strap into a more comfortable position.
The driver glanced down and chuckled quietly.
"You're a brave lass" he smi
Late Night Texts 20 by ThisBeautifulDream, literature
Literature
Late Night Texts 20
D: Do you think we could gank Michael Myers?
S: What?
D: Do you think that, if for some fucked up reason, we were ever to encounter Michael Myers, we could gank him?
S: Why the hell would you want to know that?
D: Me and Cas were watching Halloween earlier today, and he got freaked out and left, and now I'm freaked.
S: Wait. Cas freaked? Cas? As in, Castiel? Castiel who can destroy towns by snapping? That Castiel?
D: That's the only Cas I know. I don't know about your sorry, people-friendly ass.
S: What's wrong with being people friendly?!
D: That's not important Sam!
S: I think it is!
D: It's not!
S: If that's not important, what
Michael: ALESHA?!? Will you come in here and help me figure out this damn thing before I break it!!?
Me: *rushes in* What is it?!
Michael: *holding IPhone* This....THING...whatever this is!! I can't figure the damn thing out!!
Me: Well, for starts, THAT'S an IPhone....wheeerrreeee did you get it at anyways?
Michael: Amanda stole it so I took it away from her.
Me:....and didn't return it?
Michael: She says she stole it from the pineapples. -_-
Me: Oo...riiiiiiight....ANYWAYS *grabs IPhone* Alright, so see this button? You touch it and you can call people. Got it?
Michael: But how did you get to there?
Me: You were already there....you
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas... by Circuitreats, literature
Literature
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
Jamie: *running through house* UNCLE MICHAEL UNCLE MICHAEL UNCLE MICHAEL!!!!
Michael: OO *runs to Jamie thinking there's trouble*
Jamie: GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT!?!?
Michael: Is everything alright Jamie?!? What's the matter??
Jamie: IT'S DECEMBER UNCLE MICHAEL!!
Michael:...and that's a bad thing?
Jamie: Nooooo, it means it's almost Christmas!! ^^
Michael: *mental facepalm* Oh....right...Christmas...
Jamie: Aren't you excited!?
Michael: Uhh, yeah, of course sweetheart! ^^'
Jamie: So when're putting up the decorations, huh huh huh?!?
Michael: Oo Well we-
Jamie: JAASSSON, ALESHAA, IT'S TIME TO GET THE DECORATIONS OUT!!!!
Mic
Natalya looked at the Sanitarium with disgust. She swore to herself she would never come back to this dreaded place. Nevertheless, she had to, court ordered. She was in no way crazy, Dr. Loomis said so, and she just needed community service hours.
She smiled and tipped her top hat to the guard at the gate. Thanks Jimbo, we wont be too long. The guard looked around for the we that she mentioned.
She walked down the familiar halls with gusto. Smiths Grove had not changed in the time she was gone. Natalya skipped through the halls and giggled, the way she had years ago.
Ah Nattie, its good to se