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Ok, I’ll tell you a story that will be full of hate, loneliness, and over all a big mess that. Well now that I think of it I was lying a bit. It does have a lot of hate, but at the end you find true love and all that sappy crap. Don’t get me wrong, I like being a punk a**, but when you hear a guy going on and on about love and all that. You get hit with a gay stick and no one lets you live it down. Also your friends who care for your ‘well being’ will try to hook you up with anyone that’s, what they think, will be your one and only. I’ll make this as non-lovely dove as I humanly can and if you don’t go for that kind of s**t then take your sorry a** mouse and chick out of the window. God, I hate it when people are too lazy that they keep reading something only because they have no life or by force. Alright now I said I would tell you a story, and I will. Just bare with me for a few seconds, for I have a head next to mine making sure I’m writing this right. Yea yea. I’m very good at keeping to the truth that it sounds like a lie. Ok, let’s get on with the show. I moved to a new town about a year ago and I hated the world. Yes, I turned into a p***k and cruse anyone who dare crossed my path. If they came giving me food they would live longer then others. Come on now stop giving me that look, food in a dragon belly makes him less willing to kill. As I came to the new town I wanted to run into a moving car. If I could find on that’s not going 3 miles per hour! I’m a city kind of guy who spends most of his time in Hott Topic getting the newest outfit. Just when I had it all, my own family cut me at the knees. “You know how we always wanted to live in a small town in a cozy little home, Sweetie.” My mother called from the car I almost drop my little baby sister when she pop it on me. “No… But I know you wanted to move to a small hick place and live in a rat hole.” Walking up the flight of stairs to our apartment, Lily bouncing on my hip happily hitting my face with her sticky sucker. After that it went down hill and it didn’t stop when it hit rock bottom. We moved into a two story house with an over large basement. It was a kind of house old people moved into right after they were kick out of working. It had that smell of old people too. Lucky for me I got the room in the basement, before my mother got to it and turned into her so called ‘office’. It had everything a guy would need to live on his own, a kitchen, small bath room, little living room, a laundry room, and a back door that lead into the backyard. I was really living in my own place, and think God my mother didn’t see it that way or she would have me pay rent. The only thing that was kind of weird was that were we used to live, the place was like pack in with stuff and in the new house. We had so much space we didn’t know what to do with, but with a few months in my mother will change that. When I went out on my own, I took me hour to see all of down town, and every where else. No mall, no Starbucks, I was going to die of boredom in the first week and the thing that killed me the most was that I was the only eye liner wearing, long black hair, chains galore, pissy guy around. I would have laughed my head off when I walking into school, if it were for the fact that they were looking at me. Like I was going to jump any of them and suck all their blood out if they moved, but I will tell you I did smirk when I walked up to a prep and ask were was the office. She gave a look of horror and a snort of ‘Do you know who I am?”. Everyone had a look on there face of OMFG how can you just walk up to her and ask that. “Keep going down the hall and it’s to your left. You can’t miss it.” At that I had to take a double look. I don’t think that chicks that look like they haven’t eating in a few weeks had a deep rough voice. Oh God thank you I’m not going crazy, because being insane and crazy is a bad mix when put two and two together. It was a just as preppy jock next to her that I had seem to fail to see. Which I now think about it, that was weird for he was as big and buff that he would be hard to miss. God I think I need new glasses at the time or something like that. He was hott and by the way people were looking at them I bet he and she was the ones who rule this school. “Thanks.” And with that I walked away with out a second look. I held my head high and acted like I was being sent by death himself to take some ones poor damn soul. For my first class the V.P. Mr. Clayheart, himself took me there. He keep giving me looks like ‘I know your no good the moment I laid my eyes on you’ and ‘I hope you got your shots before you walk in this school’. He also went on and on about the rules and sports. Yep, he was like any ‘has been’ that saw himself in anyone who had talent. “Now for three days you are allowed to be a tad late, but I ask you don’t start taking it up as a hobby.” Opening the door for me, I walk into a math room with all eyes on me. I could tell they were happy to get their minds away from troubling numbers. “Mrs. Redding, I would like to give you your newest student. Mr. Loki Scope.” She smiled like it she just found a hundred dollar bill on the ground. “Wonderful!” Walking up to me she took my hand and gave it a good shake. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Scope!” I have to say, she had the warmest smile and a voice from heaven that made the coldest of hearts melt. “I hope you will have a wonderful time in my class.” Turning back to Mr. Clayheart, she walked him back to the door. “Thank you for bringing him.” After that I looked back to the class and found that every table only held two people at a time, and only one seat was left. Just as I was about to grumble I was shaken out of my thoughts when I heard Mrs. Redding calling my name. “My, my, my. I’m sorry Mr.-“ “It’s Loki.” cutting her off with a bored voice, “Just Loki.” Eyeing me for a second she nodded her head in understanding. “Loki” When saying my name she acted like if she cared for it or not, like when you eat something new. “Well, I’m sorry. They had to put you in one of my fullest classes. I guess you will have to sit next to Jay.” Looking in the far back I notice that once again I missed the same guy. I must be off today or something. Walking to him I was happy that my seat was in the far back and it was right next to the window. I flung my backpack on the back of my seat and sat with a flop, know all to well that all eyes were on me. Sloping on the desk ready for a good long nap, that is I was till I get poke with something. “Yeah, Mrs. Redding is nice and all, but she hates it when people sleep during class.” The guy next to me whisper in a friendly matter, tossing my head to look at him with the look of ‘Your telling me this why.’ And as if he read my mind. “Well because I’m in range if she goes after you.” Looking back you to the front of the class room she was taking to a student trying hard to make them understand the math problem. “By the way, I’m Jay. Sooo… Where are ya from?” At that I thought that I would hit him with a glair of ‘Stop talking to me.’ And again he went on talking with out a care. “Can you really blame me? You’re like the newest thing this place has seen since 1940. Also the way you treat Terri, you got some balls.” With that he gave a little chuckle. “What wonders.” I gave with a bored sigh. “Oh, it speaks! Can it do anything else?” “Ya, kick your a** without chippin’ my nail polish.” Sitting up, acting like my Noir nail polish was a work of art from the gods. “Now I’m on the run.” Giving me a small smile, if I were into jocks I would have say that was hott. “Good, now stop talking to me.” Giving him one last glair to the poor soul and giving a wonderful cruse of dieing a terrible death. I turned to stair out the window for the rest of the hour. After school, I walked into the soccer field and took in a big breath of fresh air. With out a second to spare I was on the ground coughing my lungs out. Years in a city have done wonders to me and being forced to live somewhere were the though of tossing a plastic cup on the ground is never heard of, I was going to die. ‘Get home. Get Home. GET HOME!’ I was screaming in my head. I some how missed the bus, had no money for the payphone, and to top it off it was raining. Walking around I had no way of telling were I was not nor did I wish to stop and talk to someone. It wasn’t the fact that I didn’t want to it was more the fact that I couldn’t. I tried asking about 5 people and the walked, ran, or drove off to get away from me. Sweet town isn’t it. I hate my life, but God loves to see me go crazy by all the s**t he puts me through. So just guess. Guess who had just pulled up next to me with a sly grin on his face.
Tybalt-chan · Tue Jun 26, 2007 @ 07:57am · 0 Comments |
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