Preps, Skaters, Emos - Oh My! (A Fake Middle School Story, Based on A True Life)Chapter 0.5 aniMErocker109's story

aniMErocker109: Once upon a time in a lovely town lived a beatiful girl, no WOMAN, named Shea. She had many good qualities. Many friends and a pair of legs that would fit any pants or skirt you threw at her. Yes. Perfect, she was. Murder she wrote.
Everybodys_A_Fool: Wait, what?! YOU LIED!!! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A LOVE STORY!!
aniMErocker109: MAYBE IT IS!!! AND WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?!?!?
Everybodys_A_Fool: BECAUSE YOU LIED TO ME!
*Ghosts_Love_Me signed on*
aniMErocker109: hey Arin.
Ghosts_Love_Me: Sup chickies. Im ready for the bedtime story.
Everybodys_A_Fool: Dont be. Shes in a bad mood. I think that its that time of the month.
Ghosts_Love_Me: Nope. Thats me
Everybodys_A_Fool: o.O .... K.
aniMErocker109: FINE!!! I'll tell you a story! a HORRIBLE ONE THAT WILL GIVE YOU NIGHTMARES!!!
Everybodys_A_Fool: o.O. K. Sounds good
Ghosts_Love_Me: W/e.
aniMErocker109: Like I said once upon a time, there was a punk princess named Shea trapped in the lands of her family by a cruel spell that would only be broken by her 18th b-day. She many flaws, and many friends, but unlike other princesses she had no suitors to sweep her off her feet. Like shed let them.
O.o This chick has serious problems. ~me: go choke on a peice of high quailty jamacan toffee and let me continue!!!~
O.M.G. I KNO WHO THIS CHICK IS!!!!!!~me: lol. she wrote a murder oneshot.
O.k. Enough of the monolougue. Lets get down to business.
Dear ladies and hopefully no gentlemen, we are gathered here today to mourn the loss of the lovelife of a girl named Shea. And as we all know it never had a chance.
This was the day dream stuck in my head today in AP english class. No I'm not freakishly smart, I'm just freakishly good at guessing on the tests that determine these things and freakishly good at keeping my grades just above the being kicked out line(by like .5 percent). Anyways, back to the Eulogy of my lovelife. While I was thinking about this I had a smart idea.I should ask if I gave this speech if it would be extra credit... meh, the teacher would probably dock points... she hates me so bad...
DING, DING
I could breathe a sigh of relief. Once again, I hate scraped by in my classes and finished my homework seconds before it was due. Now it was time to conquer the quest of getting throught he hallway.
O.k. You're probably doing a total WTF right now so let me elaborate.
Name: Shea
Occupation: School, 8th grade
Looks: short, blonde and not preppy.
Place of occupation: The FOMS of doom. o.k. Fallen Oak Middle School. of doom.
Problem: If I gave it away, why would you read?
So. That gives you a little info. Just a little. Dont want you stalking me (creep).
So. There I was, in the middle of the hallway trying to shove my way through the cloud of hollister (more like holli-hell) perfume some had spritzed into a cloud of preppy doom. I remember thinking, great now for the rest of the day i will smell like whore, before it hit me.
Not even kidding. Well, i kinda am. He wasnt an it.
OMG!!! ITS A BOY!!!! HOWS MY HAIR!!??~me:like a slutty taco with extra cat barf curry~
OH ITS THE MALE COUNTERPART OF THIS STORY!!! GOLLEY GEE THIS IS FUN!!!
For all of you who thinks this guy is my crush, dont even try. Hes only my guy BFF. James.
"Tardbag!" I said, swearing at him, grabbing my binder from off the floor.
"Sorry!" He excliamed picking up my textbooks. "So, we still on for this weekend?"
"Dur sherlock. Just becuase ur getting so fat that you can bowl me over doesnt mean that we still arnt going to the mall." Now, there are many things that would descibe James, but FAT is not one. Mayb PHAT when it comes to writing and sometimes PHAT when it comes to dissing people, but he was a guy and he was a swimmer and of course if a guy was in a sport, they could eat a whole chocolate cake and not gain a pound. Like I said, we're just friends, and it stays that way. We were going to the mall this weekend becusae I was giving James a makeover with another one of my friends. He was getting his ear pierced and his hollister/american eagle "collar"(the way the preppy stores control most teens into wearing their slutiforms((slut-uniforms)) I do not kno.) torn off and replaced with a nice volcom or kira one(if its slutty, it does it with pride...)
"So did you hear about the n00b?" He asked me.
"No, where?" I said looking around the room, seeing all faces that looked familiar (expecially the face of the guy that wrote on my binder 4 weeks ago that i still needed to get back at.)
"He not here yet, but supposedly hes pretty spooky."
"He cant be that bad. I mean hes probably just some misunderstood stranger who-" I suddenly realised that I was only one talking in the classroom. I hadnt heard the bell ring, so this meant 1 of three things.
1) Turning up my music so loud for the last couple of years has made me go deaf so i cant hear anything but myself speak.
2) Everyone had suddenly been struck by some disease that made it so you cant talk and I was the last to have the disease take affect.
3) the n00b was right behind me.
Hm... I'll lets see whats behind door number three!
I slowly turned around and saw everyone staring behind me. Yep, the n00b. I looked up into a face that would grow to haunt me for all the wrong reasons.
Shaggy black hair.
Pale skin.
Guy liner.
Thick-rimmed glasses.
And eyes so blue you thought you were standing in an ice storm.
Its my nature to make things loud, so I said the first thing that came to mind.
"Konnichiwa."
ALWAYS END WITH A HULLO!!!
ITS 2:30AM AND IM LE TIRED!!! SE YALL LATER!!
HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!!
like I said, I dont think on any of my accounts I've ever finished a story....
O.o Wierd. O.o
And if any of you stalkers want to kno, aniMErocker109@hotmail.com is one of my many IM thingies...
P.S. I dont think hollister is that bad, JUST IN MODERATION! NOT THE ONLY AND EVERYTHING YOU WEAR!!