I was bored...So...Story time!!
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Thread Topic: I was bored...So...Story time!!
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I sat on my pink spinny chair, gently swirling around, my arms crossed. My usual bright, cheery blue eyes were damp, black- like. Tormenting, Inappropretie, Perverted drawings were taped to the wall. Mine, of course. I just love waking up in the morning to a picture of a Woman being stabbed. NOT. But who cares? I mean, after all, when your life is bacically a living hell, these images must get out of your system, even if you fail to get it out all the way.
I glared at the spinny chair. I hated Pink. But my Mom felt like my room had to have something other than red and black. But, come on, she has issues with my Gothic Mind. I hope she does not go farther. I got up and looked around my room, realizing how empty I felt. A black painted bed was laying right in the center of this mess. The floor was a blood red world. The walls...were black and red curses. My closet was full of nice, dark colored clothing. Mm, Dark. Empty. Those two words describe me.
( Continue or let it die?) -
continiue!
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Alright I have to go dj... But continiue it! Make it longer I want more!
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(M'kay.)
I quickly got out of the room, it was starting to make me sick. I heard laughing and wispering coming from the Living Room. Most likely my Mom getting drunk again with other Adults. I just hope they don't go to the bed.
I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a Peice of poptart, plopping it into my mouth. Breakfast has been served. I left the room and walked to the frount door, grabbing my backpack and hauling it over my shoulder. Time for the Gothic Chick to get some sunlight. -
I kicked the door open and walked outside. It was a cloudy day; My favorite. I began to walk to school, walking quickly and smoothly. Soon a group of kids came into view, leaning on a wall, watching me. The morning Attack Group.
"Why, Hello Kristy. I thought you would be here." A boy snickered. His blonde hair stood out in the group. His gray jacket blended in with his gray shirt. His pants....were way too lose for him. Ew. And his shoes looked like mice.
"If you want to even try to be an Emo, Ronald, at least make sure your pants fit." I called back. Ronald's face went red, his eyes narrowed.
"I would never want to be like you. You cut. And hide. And crap like that." He hissed, giving a high five to a fried behind him.
"I would never want to be like you. You cry like a girl and you hurt others." I said, begining to sprint away. -
I could hear Ronald shouting,"AFTER THE b----!!!" but I ignored the shouts and sound of running. Instead, I sprinted for my life. All the way the way to the school gates. I ran out onto the huge, frount feild and looked behind me. Not very far away, Ronald and his little gang were gaining, hands full of knifes. I sighed. Didn't these dorks know how Fast I could cut THEM?
I ran into the large, brown building and shut the frount door. The gang's faces hit the door. I smirked. Not so tough now, huh? I walked straight to the princable's office. We always hung out and talked. Since my Mom was a Drunk idiot and my Dad was dead, Mr.Norman had been taking care of me. -
(I must admit, I am loving Ronald at the moment. >:3)
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I could hear Ronald fumbling with the door. Retard. I walked through the dark halls untill I came to a familiar Green door. It was suddenly opened and a (very) handsome face appeared. His Brown hair shined in the light shining from his room. I laughed. It made him look so.....fun.
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Ooohhh a student teacher romance??? :3 WRITE MORE! :D
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(Ew. Sounds wrong. XD)
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Lol!
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Student teacher romances ARE WRONG!! XD
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Ok who else has once had a hot teacher? I have...
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Not me. .-.
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Well he was technicly my tutor and was sixteen... but never mind are you going to continiue the story.
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