Intro's. I know 你 hate them. Ok so after hearing the song "Your Guardian Angel" 由 The Red Jumpsiut Apparatus it totally inspired me. And as a vey select few (and 由 few, I mean one) of 你 know, well, not anymore, but anyway, 音乐 fules my writing. That and chocolate. so um, (Guess whats coming next?) READ ON!
I never thought anyone could fall in 爱情 with me. I'm goth, quiet and don't have many freinds. 或者 at least I was. Ok, lets start from the begining. My name is Gwen. I used to go to Georgetown High School. And then something happened to change my life forever...
I stood at the door to Georgtown, 或者 as most of the students call it, Boredtown. I was debating wether 或者 not to go in before the 钟, 贝尔 when Miss Happy walked up to me. "Hello." She sneered. "Hello, Heather." I 说 back, with just as much, if not more, venom than her. "Whats wrong with your jeans?" She asked. I looked at them. They were pale blue, but stained with black and red paint. "Nothing." She got an evil glint in her eye. "Oh really? I just thought-" She got really loud here, almost shouting, "YOUR BLOOD SPILLED AGAIN, 情绪硬核 GIRL!" Everyone turned to stare. Even a boy I didn't recognize, with a mohawk. He wasn't staring at me to be mean, just curios. Then a boy in a 青柠, 石灰 green T-shirt pushed his way through the crowd. "Ok, people, nothing to look at here. Seriously. Go. Freaking. Away." He said. I looked up at him, and I noticed he was a couple of inches taller than me. His eyes were 橄榄 green, and his hair was jet black. I recognized him too. "Trent Smith?" I asked. "Student body president, at your service." He said, using a cheezy british accent and taking a little bow. I giggled and swore my face felt hot. I took out the maze that was my schedual out of my pocket. When I did, I noticed that Mohawk Boy was shooting daggers at Trent, who was obviosly oblivious to that fact. Then I locked eyes with Mohawk Boy and thought, Whoa! His eyes are really teal "So what class do 你 have next... uhh..." I showed him my scedual and pointed to my name. "Gwen." He peered closer. "I guess we're going in the same direction. I smiled, and managed to steal a sidelong glance at MB. He was still looking at me. I started walking with Trent, but I couldn't help another look at MB.
Good news: I have art now. Bad news: Heather has art. Bad news: Mohawk Boy has art. Good news: MB has art. See my problem. "Oh my god, Trent, I know 你 are, like, the president, but that doesn't mean 你 have to put up with Blood Spiller over here." Sombody (I.E. Heather) 说 from the back of the room. "Shut-" Trent stopped himself as the teacher walked in. On his flipable chalkboard it said, "Coal Drawing" I groaned. Then, like i knew he would, he fliped it over and it said, "Clay BATTLE!" In really big letters. To teach us art, he pairs us up with someone and makes us do a thirty 分钟 art progect with them. It's actually pretty fun. "Ok, first pair: Duncan and..." Mr. Miller scanned the room, then zeroed in on me. "Gwen!" He declared, almost triumphantly. I looked around, trying to see who "Duncan" was, and the only person I didn't recognise was Mohawk Boy- I mean Duncan. That had to be him. He even looked like a Duncan. I walked over to his table. "Hi. Gwen." I 说 to him. "Duncan, but considering 你 walked over here, 你 knew that." I noticed a chain around his neck, under his dog collar. on the eng of the chain was a minature Ohio licence plate that 说 Cocky "Ain't that the truth." I said, then covered my mouth. He did seem pretty cocky, in all fairness. he sat with an alfamale stature, and i bet he thought he owned the school. "So 你 hangin' with Elvis?" He asked, using that cockey attitude again. "Ok, one, do not do the whole "Cockey" thing with me ok? And two, who the heck is "Elvis"?" I asked. He backed off his cockey position and pointed at Trent. "Him. He plays guitar. Did he not tell 你 that?" I looked at Duncan's 水鸭, 蓝绿色, 深青色 eyes and realized we only had fifteen 分钟 to make a killer sculpture. "Sculpting time?" Duncan asked. Just make a thick coloumn." He took aout one of the detail brushes and made intrecuit wood marks on the coloumn. "That is amazing!" I said, just a little to loud. All the other kids looked back at us and I could just imangine them thinking insults. "Ok, now what are 你 doing?" I asked. He was using the detail 刀 now. He finished what he was etching, and it was a tiny skull. "Cool!" I exclaimed, being careful to whisper. Then I said, "An I see it?" and he slid over the wax paper. On the bark-like surface I put a plus sign 下一个 to the skull, and etched a rose. "Wow. That looks so..." Duncan said, trailing off trying to find a word. "Real?" I finished for him. He nodded. "Ok class, time to show!" Mr. Miller 说 enthusiastically. I took up the clay to the fromt of the class, and Duncan held a black cloth like a curtain. I then brought the Progection ELMO to the table. The ELMO is just a nickname we gate it. It's just a camera with a light hooked up to the progector in the room. "Duncan, lift the curtian!" I 说 dramatically. He did, and the class started speacking in hushed tones I looked down and gasped. The 树 wasnt there at all. It was just a sphere. A very mishapen sphere. "Hello, I'm back." Heather 说 walking back. I saw something in her hand, and grew suspisios. I reached behind her back and pulled out Duncan and I's actual sculpture. "Hey!" I looked it over and saw the marks still there. "Heather?" I asked, knowing the entire class was looking. "I have no comment." She squeaked, going to sit back at her table. I then put the 树 树干 in front of the ELMO. The class oooed and ahhed, and Duncan and I got an A+. I turned to shoot him a grin. He caught it and smiled back.
"Hey Duncan!" Trent yelled. I was watching from the corner of the building. He was angry. I could tell. "What do 你 want Elvis? I'm playing PocketGod here." Duncan said, iPod in hand. "Oh cut the crap." Trent said. Duncan lowered the iPod to meat Trent's gaze. "What?" Duncan asked in a steely calm voice, which made him seem really angry. I saw Trent raise his fist and I ran over. Just as I got there Trent whispered something inaudiable in Duncan's ear. I ran in between them just as Trent threw the punch. I felt it connect with my nose. "Gwen!" The boys yelled simotaniously, sounding a million miles away. "Oh, god. She is gushing blood." I fel someone hook their arm under mine and looked and saw it was Duncan. I was taking the ocasional step, but other than that it was all Duncan. Then I blacked out.
I never thought anyone could fall in 爱情 with me. I'm goth, quiet and don't have many freinds. 或者 at least I was. Ok, lets start from the begining. My name is Gwen. I used to go to Georgetown High School. And then something happened to change my life forever...
I stood at the door to Georgtown, 或者 as most of the students call it, Boredtown. I was debating wether 或者 not to go in before the 钟, 贝尔 when Miss Happy walked up to me. "Hello." She sneered. "Hello, Heather." I 说 back, with just as much, if not more, venom than her. "Whats wrong with your jeans?" She asked. I looked at them. They were pale blue, but stained with black and red paint. "Nothing." She got an evil glint in her eye. "Oh really? I just thought-" She got really loud here, almost shouting, "YOUR BLOOD SPILLED AGAIN, 情绪硬核 GIRL!" Everyone turned to stare. Even a boy I didn't recognize, with a mohawk. He wasn't staring at me to be mean, just curios. Then a boy in a 青柠, 石灰 green T-shirt pushed his way through the crowd. "Ok, people, nothing to look at here. Seriously. Go. Freaking. Away." He said. I looked up at him, and I noticed he was a couple of inches taller than me. His eyes were 橄榄 green, and his hair was jet black. I recognized him too. "Trent Smith?" I asked. "Student body president, at your service." He said, using a cheezy british accent and taking a little bow. I giggled and swore my face felt hot. I took out the maze that was my schedual out of my pocket. When I did, I noticed that Mohawk Boy was shooting daggers at Trent, who was obviosly oblivious to that fact. Then I locked eyes with Mohawk Boy and thought, Whoa! His eyes are really teal "So what class do 你 have next... uhh..." I showed him my scedual and pointed to my name. "Gwen." He peered closer. "I guess we're going in the same direction. I smiled, and managed to steal a sidelong glance at MB. He was still looking at me. I started walking with Trent, but I couldn't help another look at MB.
Good news: I have art now. Bad news: Heather has art. Bad news: Mohawk Boy has art. Good news: MB has art. See my problem. "Oh my god, Trent, I know 你 are, like, the president, but that doesn't mean 你 have to put up with Blood Spiller over here." Sombody (I.E. Heather) 说 from the back of the room. "Shut-" Trent stopped himself as the teacher walked in. On his flipable chalkboard it said, "Coal Drawing" I groaned. Then, like i knew he would, he fliped it over and it said, "Clay BATTLE!" In really big letters. To teach us art, he pairs us up with someone and makes us do a thirty 分钟 art progect with them. It's actually pretty fun. "Ok, first pair: Duncan and..." Mr. Miller scanned the room, then zeroed in on me. "Gwen!" He declared, almost triumphantly. I looked around, trying to see who "Duncan" was, and the only person I didn't recognise was Mohawk Boy- I mean Duncan. That had to be him. He even looked like a Duncan. I walked over to his table. "Hi. Gwen." I 说 to him. "Duncan, but considering 你 walked over here, 你 knew that." I noticed a chain around his neck, under his dog collar. on the eng of the chain was a minature Ohio licence plate that 说 Cocky "Ain't that the truth." I said, then covered my mouth. He did seem pretty cocky, in all fairness. he sat with an alfamale stature, and i bet he thought he owned the school. "So 你 hangin' with Elvis?" He asked, using that cockey attitude again. "Ok, one, do not do the whole "Cockey" thing with me ok? And two, who the heck is "Elvis"?" I asked. He backed off his cockey position and pointed at Trent. "Him. He plays guitar. Did he not tell 你 that?" I looked at Duncan's 水鸭, 蓝绿色, 深青色 eyes and realized we only had fifteen 分钟 to make a killer sculpture. "Sculpting time?" Duncan asked. Just make a thick coloumn." He took aout one of the detail brushes and made intrecuit wood marks on the coloumn. "That is amazing!" I said, just a little to loud. All the other kids looked back at us and I could just imangine them thinking insults. "Ok, now what are 你 doing?" I asked. He was using the detail 刀 now. He finished what he was etching, and it was a tiny skull. "Cool!" I exclaimed, being careful to whisper. Then I said, "An I see it?" and he slid over the wax paper. On the bark-like surface I put a plus sign 下一个 to the skull, and etched a rose. "Wow. That looks so..." Duncan said, trailing off trying to find a word. "Real?" I finished for him. He nodded. "Ok class, time to show!" Mr. Miller 说 enthusiastically. I took up the clay to the fromt of the class, and Duncan held a black cloth like a curtain. I then brought the Progection ELMO to the table. The ELMO is just a nickname we gate it. It's just a camera with a light hooked up to the progector in the room. "Duncan, lift the curtian!" I 说 dramatically. He did, and the class started speacking in hushed tones I looked down and gasped. The 树 wasnt there at all. It was just a sphere. A very mishapen sphere. "Hello, I'm back." Heather 说 walking back. I saw something in her hand, and grew suspisios. I reached behind her back and pulled out Duncan and I's actual sculpture. "Hey!" I looked it over and saw the marks still there. "Heather?" I asked, knowing the entire class was looking. "I have no comment." She squeaked, going to sit back at her table. I then put the 树 树干 in front of the ELMO. The class oooed and ahhed, and Duncan and I got an A+. I turned to shoot him a grin. He caught it and smiled back.
"Hey Duncan!" Trent yelled. I was watching from the corner of the building. He was angry. I could tell. "What do 你 want Elvis? I'm playing PocketGod here." Duncan said, iPod in hand. "Oh cut the crap." Trent said. Duncan lowered the iPod to meat Trent's gaze. "What?" Duncan asked in a steely calm voice, which made him seem really angry. I saw Trent raise his fist and I ran over. Just as I got there Trent whispered something inaudiable in Duncan's ear. I ran in between them just as Trent threw the punch. I felt it connect with my nose. "Gwen!" The boys yelled simotaniously, sounding a million miles away. "Oh, god. She is gushing blood." I fel someone hook their arm under mine and looked and saw it was Duncan. I was taking the ocasional step, but other than that it was all Duncan. Then I blacked out.
