Creepypasta Origins

Four Eyed Jessy

This was translated over from German so if something doesn't seem right, that's why :) The creator is still working on translating it over to English.

Jessy looked out the window into the distance, at the church tower. As always, she was lost in thought. This happened to her constantly. She almost always lost herself in her own little fantasy world. Her head resting on her left hand as she played with her right hand on her pen.
"Jessica, would you please keep working on your essay ?!" came a shrill voice that jerked Jessy from her thoughts.

The girl looked frightened forward. "What?" She asked confused.
Her teacher pointed to the blank sheet lying on the table in front of her. "Your essay," she repeated. Jessy looked around her classroom. Her classmates were all busy filling her worksheets with endless texts.

She looked back at her teacher and nodded. "Oh well ... yes ...", she said shortly before she pretended to write something down, but in truth she had no idea what she was supposed to do.

Her full name was Jessica Fleming. She was fifteen years old and attended the 8th grade. She was actually a very decent and good student, were not her tiny problem of lack of interest. She pushed the sheet aside, whereupon she should have written her essay, and set aside her sketchbook. Drawing was her absolute favorite hobby. She often spent hours at home drawing any characters or anything else. However, she did not realize that this was an awkward time to pursue her hobby, as Jessy did not notice that her teacher, Mrs. Hanks, stood in front of her and took the paper from her.

Her teacher looked at the sketch of a girl with a sword. "Hey that's mine!", Jessy protested, but her teacher shook her head before tearing the drawing.

"The only thing you have to do now is to write your essay, nothing else! We are not here in art classes. If you were to do your work with as much fun and concentration as you draw your pictures, you would probably be the best student in this class. "Mrs. Hanks sat down in her chair again and pierced Jessy with one last look. "You come to me after class end?"

The girl sighed annoyed and nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Hanks." She could hear the giggles of her classmates, but that did not interest her much at the moment. Much worse, she found that her teacher broke her drawing. Who needs such a stupid essay? Jessy asked herself as she picked up her pen again and indiscriminately wrote something on the page.

After about twenty minutes the lesson was over and the break would start at any moment. The students all cleared their seats, only Jessy remained seated. After everyone left, Ms. Hanks sat at the table opposite the young student. "So what is it now?" Jessy asked extra annoyed and crossed her arms over her chest.
Mrs. Hanks sighed. "The school year has just begun and I'm worried about you. I mean, only a few weeks have passed. If you are already so unfocused, how is that going to work when the exams begin? "The teacher looked at Jessy, who was looking away because she found direct eye contact extremely unpleasant.
"No idea?", She answered only.
Mrs. Hanks ran her hand through her hair. You could see that she was stressed and Jessy did not make it any easier for her. "I just want you to stop drawing in the classroom all the time and now you're starting to concentrate, right?"
Jessy picked up her bag. "All right." She stood up. Mrs. Hanks gave her a hand signal that she could leave now. Jessy left the classroom as soon as possible. Just get out of here! She said to herself in her thoughts.
When she arrived at the playground, her friends were already waiting for her.
"I'm sorry it took so long!" Jessy told her friends.
"No problem," the blondie replied with the two pigtails. It was Jessy's best friend Thess. "What subject do you have now?", She wanted to know.
Jessy rolled her eyes annoyed. "Math," she answered. Mathematics was her big problem at school. She hated it because she was having a hard time solving simple tasks. And her math teacher, he did not do anything better. Instead of helping her, he gave her extra tricky chores. That's how Jessy talked to her friends before the break was over. She went up the stairs to her classroom, where she now had math. The door was already open, which meant that her math teacher was already there. Jessy sat down in her seat and set the bag down by her chair. In addition to her math things she also put something else on her table. Her drawing block, because she had to paint the picture of what Mrs.Hanks had torn before. She took her sharpener from her pencil case and began to sharpen her pencil. She could not work with a dull one. This would only ruin everything, in which she smeared everything.
"What are you doing, Jessica?" A stern voice asked. Jessy flinched and looked ahead. It was her math teacher, Mr. Adams, who was staring at her with a very serious look, "Pointing my pencil," the student replied.