Her Alternate Self (Scary Story)
This is a story about a young girl (12) on her way to a friend's house, when all of a sudden, well, read the story to find out! If you want in, message me!
Author's Note: The first chapter is the shortest, so don't be surprised if it take you about 5 minutes to read.
I get off the bus and head home from a long day at school. My mom just happens to be home, and asks me how my day was. "Oh, pretty good," I reply. "How about yours?"
She just stares at me. "Good," she says skeptically. "Why do you ask?"
"Just being nice. Want a glass of orange juice? A sandwich? Can I go to Chrissy's house?" I throw in there.
"Oh, see that makes more sense. Yeah, I'll take the juice, no sandwich. You can go," My mom says. I swear my mom is a secret teenager as she slides her phone open to reply to a text. She's only 14 years older than me.
"Thanks! Love you! Bye," I say.
"Where's my juice?"
I run out the door and start walking to Chris's house. She only lives about 15 minutes away from me on bike. I hop on my bike and start peddling. I've made it there in 10 minutes before, not a big accomplishment. It's a sweltering hot day and I'm peddling as fast as I can. I stop about five minutes away from her house, and gulp the rest of the orange juice in my water bottle down. It's a really cute grey tin water bottle, with orange soccer balls all over it. I get back on my bike and start peddling again. I stop about two seconds later. There's a crack in the sidwalk, about two inches wide. While I'm trying to figure out whether I should go across it or not, I realize it goes through the grass too. I can't go around it.
I decide to try to jump it, while carrying my bike. Not a smart idea, but it's the only way to get across it. I get really close to it. "1," I take a deep breath. "2," I close my eyes. "3-- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream.
"Wha-- what happened?" I say aloud, as I wake up. It's dark. I can only see about two feet in front of me. My voice echoes in the distance, and I'm left alone. I look up, and I see the little crack, completely the way it was before I fell. I sit in the darkness, thinking about how I got down here. As I get up to make sure I'm okay, I realize nothing hurts, nothing's bleeding... I think. I figure while I'm down here that yelling won't help. This isn't a busy street. I start walking, completely blind to what could be in front of me. Then I remember.
She just stares at me. "Good," she says skeptically. "Why do you ask?"
"Just being nice. Want a glass of orange juice? A sandwich? Can I go to Chrissy's house?" I throw in there.
"Oh, see that makes more sense. Yeah, I'll take the juice, no sandwich. You can go," My mom says. I swear my mom is a secret teenager as she slides her phone open to reply to a text. She's only 14 years older than me.
"Thanks! Love you! Bye," I say.
"Where's my juice?"
I run out the door and start walking to Chris's house. She only lives about 15 minutes away from me on bike. I hop on my bike and start peddling. I've made it there in 10 minutes before, not a big accomplishment. It's a sweltering hot day and I'm peddling as fast as I can. I stop about five minutes away from her house, and gulp the rest of the orange juice in my water bottle down. It's a really cute grey tin water bottle, with orange soccer balls all over it. I get back on my bike and start peddling again. I stop about two seconds later. There's a crack in the sidwalk, about two inches wide. While I'm trying to figure out whether I should go across it or not, I realize it goes through the grass too. I can't go around it.
I decide to try to jump it, while carrying my bike. Not a smart idea, but it's the only way to get across it. I get really close to it. "1," I take a deep breath. "2," I close my eyes. "3-- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream.
"Wha-- what happened?" I say aloud, as I wake up. It's dark. I can only see about two feet in front of me. My voice echoes in the distance, and I'm left alone. I look up, and I see the little crack, completely the way it was before I fell. I sit in the darkness, thinking about how I got down here. As I get up to make sure I'm okay, I realize nothing hurts, nothing's bleeding... I think. I figure while I'm down here that yelling won't help. This isn't a busy street. I start walking, completely blind to what could be in front of me. Then I remember.
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