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Chapter 4 - Projects and Annoyances

"Damn, I was hoping it would be a peaceful night for once," I say, sighing and looking at the clock which read three thirty in the morning. "Well I won''t be getting anymore sleep."

I sigh and get out of bed and go downstairs to try and decide what exactly I want to do with all the time I have left this morning. I decide that I nice walk would be a good idea, so I throw on my tennis shoes and a light jacket and head out. I live in a quiet neighborhood that mainly consists of the elderly and everyone I used to my late night walks if they happen to be awake at this time of night for one reason or another. I enjoy the cold night air as I walk along the sidewalk and smile softly to myself.

I love walking late at night or early in the morning because everything has a nice sense of peace and stillness to it. It helps me to feel relaxed because everything is at peace and you really feel alone which is what I like. I'm not the most social person, partially because of my past, and partially just because I prefer to be alone. Things that interest me don't tend to interest other people and I often find myself to be bored, and people to just be kind of annoying. Of course when you meet me you would never realize it because I appear to be a social butterfly and I like to keep it that way but in the end I prefer to be alone with my thoughts and a sketch book. I draw a variety of things but my favorite thing to draw are creepypastas. Especially when I get to draw the murder scenes. Now that is fun.

After returning home I go up to my room and decide to do some sketching. Along with drawing I love to do wood carving and I have been working on sketching out the plans for a new wood working that I have been wanting to carve. I am going to create a Slendermansion with each individual room customized and painted. It's going to be a ton of work but it will be totally worth it when I am finished. I then get ready for work and lock my front door and drive to the elementary school where I am greeted by my fellow teachers.

"Ms. L/N! So nice to see you again," Mrs. Rose says.

"You look lovely as always," Mrs. Hemphry states.

"Don't try to butter me up you two. I know you are both suffering from a hangover because I can smell the alcohol on your breath. Now explain to me why you weren't here for the first day of school again?" I ask, grabbing my bag out of the backseat.

"We forgot?" Mrs. Rose asks.

"Whatever," I say, heading into the school building.

"I don't understand why you're the only one to get a key to this place," Mrs. Hemphry complain.

"Because I'm always the first one here and the last to leave, not to mention the fact that I can't trust you two to be here alone," I say, unlocking the door to the building and going inside.

"How offensive," they both complain, going to their offices.

"Hold it together Y/N," I say to myself, taking a deep breath.