>:( XD Soap?
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Thread Topic: >:( XD Soap?
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Denise was Walking to school and since it was the first day she wasn't wearing anything special, only converse jeans, and a short sleeved shirt. SHe wasn't too happy on meeting anyone since she moved from Ohio last yeah and was now in Chicago.
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"Uh... my breakup I guess. I mean, about Kelsey... I guess... Agh, I honestly don't know. I'm just strumming out random chords and notes and hoping I can get some words to them," he banged his head against the wall, feeling frustrated and stupid. He sighed and flipped his chestnut brown hair out of his face. "Yeah... so..." he couldn't stop drifting off into a daydream. There was this new girl at his high school, he wished he could get the guts to talk to her.
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"Er.. how bout something like: 'Well, Ya know, i thought you loved me, i guess, i'm wrong, and now i know, you'll never see, it isn't cool to lie....' And i'm just stuck.."
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"s---!" Derrick exclaimed. "Totally forgot, it's the first day of school, man. Talk to you later." He hung up and fished out a Rolling Stones T-shirt, black jeans, and sneakers from the pile of stuff by his door. He ran his fingers through his hair, brushed his teeth, and set out the door at a fast walk, determined to atleast be on time one out of the many days of school.
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She walked slowly to her locker and did her combonation. She put the books in that she didn't need and the ones she did need she grabbed. On her way to homeroom she dropped her books and embaresment flushed over Denise. Her cheeks were red and her mind was hot. She quickly gathered her books and went into homeroom sitting in the back.
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I sat in my room. "Hum, i 'member school." "Well anyway, I suppose I shall write some music too. Humm... Lemme see.." I stared at the window.
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Derrick slipped in through the front door of the school and hurried to his locker. He opened it and tossed his backpack in, grabbed his books, and headed to homeroom. Since when did he care about school, anyway?
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Denise stayed oblivious to everything and tried not to make eye-contact with any of the strangers. She didn't feel like talking to those she didn't know. Also it would be very embaresing is they saw her drop her books.
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"'I can feel the needle break, up inside of my veins. They try to tell me I'm insane, but they made me that way. So come and take me away, from this monster that you've made of me. I feel like dying, erasing all of these memories….' WAIT! THAT'S IT! I SHOULD WRITE A SCREAMO SONG!" i grabbed my note book and scribbled down: 'Paranoid with hate'
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Derrick was thinking so much that he didn't see the girl until it was too late. They collided, and both of their books went flying. "Oh.. uh..." he looked up, and met her eyes. "Sorry about that... Here, I'll help you." He started picking up her books and handing them to her.
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When Denise got up and hiit him, she didn't know what to say, only , "its okay.." His eyes were so mezmorizing and she tried to look away, while he was giving Denise her books, she was giving him his. After that was over she quickly walked away, embarresed because She had never rreally talked to a guy before. She tried to hid the blush and walked her to first period which was Math.
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I scribbled down Hate is a game, the everybody plays, i don't care how you live, it isn't a matter of DEATH!!!! C'mon! 1, 2, 3, 4, twenty thousand people in fa' more. a nuclear holocaust, a simple combination for all, new stars
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Derrick gazed after the girl. She was beautiful. (heehee i feel awkward xD)God... Stupid you should've given her your name! He walked down the hall to Calculus, his first period. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl he'd bumped into.
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(it's like being lesbian almost, Alana XD)
Chorus: Listen, i want you to drown in a sea of razor blades, i want you to burn up now! i want to see you kill yourself and be hung up in a shelf! -
(xD lolz... idk i'll just 4get for a sec that we're both girls just like be my charrie :P)
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