^.^ Jade Armors ^.^not just another emo...
What? Wait that couldn't be right... Marianne was a total hard-rocker, punk to the core. Her hair had more colors in it than the skittles rainbow! She wrote powerful and emotional poetry!
That bottle-blonde couldn't be his friend Marianne.
Yet, as she turned, Jade's stomach filled with lead. Marianne had sold out. Gone were the facial piercings, the painstakingly applied eyeliner, and the mutli-colored hair to be replaced with a blond, bubbly Barbie wannabe. This was an atrocity. She was... hideous.
Jade wandered through the corridors of the Springfield mall in a daze. He was so far in his head that he barely noticed the mocking glances and taunts from the Abercrombie and Fitch employees who tortured him daily. Marianne had been the last person he would have expected to turn. This put his whole perspective in jeopardy. Come on. He was only fifteen.
With a heavy heart and distorted mindset, he only jolted back into reality when he almost ran over someone. Jade blinked to see a very skinny boy on the floor rubbing his backside, posters strewn everywhere.
"Sorry," Jade mumbled and helped him pick up his posters.
Nothing is what it once was...
