We're basically awesome.
..So me and Kristen wrote a story today. I've come to the conclusion that we're pretty much the most awesome people ever. We also most definitely possess wisdom and talent beyond our years.. the University of Winnipeg would definitely be lucky to have us..
Hard to be Perfect
Chapter 1 (Introduction)
My name is Inferno. This morning I got up and put on my gothic Lolita dress with blood red crimson lace down the front. I didn’t eat this morning because I am trying to lose weight for Pete Wentz, who became obsessed with me ever since I saw his concert three years ago. I quickly grabbed some bright crimson arm warmers to cover up my fresh wounds. I have a very traumatic past and that is why I have severe depression and bipolar disorder. The cutting relieves the pain………………
As I walk to school many Jew preps stare at me enviously; just because I give all the boys blowjobs in the stairwell at school. It’s not my fault, it’s because I was raped and happen to be very beautiful. I have flowing blonde locks and ice blue eyes the color of limpid tears. I made sure to line my cerulean eyes with heavy dark eyeliner this morning, noting how everyday they look more and more dead. Ever since my brother, who raped me repeatedly died.
Looking around the classroom, I became depressed and searched through my desk for the razor that I always kept there. I quickly slashed my arms when no one was looking and a solitary tear leaked from my azure blue eyes. I looked across the classroom and noticed the new hot foreign exchange student, Edward Cullen, looking at me with pain in his eyes. I looked back only for a second before Draco Malfoy came into the classroom and took his usual seat beside me. He always loved me, but pretended he didn’t. Just thinking about the years of abuse from this boy saddened me. I quickly took another slash.
“Hey girls look, it’s Ugly McStupid Whore!!!1” said Brittany, a faggot Jew prep. I quickly threw up my middle finger at her. I hated preps. The only reason they were mean to me was because of jealousy. They’re also jealous of my feathery black angel wings that I’ve had since birth. They call me things like “Freak” and “Goth bitch” but they’re all just jealous that they can’t be as original as me. I am my own person. I reached down to my leg and cut it too. The bell rang and class let out.
As I walked home (alone, since I had no friends except for Harry, who was also a gothic Pagan and in love with me), the girls followed me, throwing rocks and eggs that they brought to school just to throw at me.
“What a freak!” they laughed as a rock hit my arm, making it bleed again. Suddenly out of nowhere, I turned around and shot a ball of fire out of my hand and they all fell over with a look of terror in their eyes. “W-what was that?!?!?!!?!?” they yelled, as I looked down at my hands, astonished. I’d never done that before and I was scared. I ran all the way home, while cutting my wrists again, with my backup razor.
When I got home I made sure to tip toe around my sleeping foster dad. He always gets drunk and hits me because he thinks it my fault that my foster mother was killed by a demon one night while going to check on me. I never knew my real parents, because they gave up me and my brother Sasuke to the orphanage before we were born. This caused me a lot of deep inner turmoil, probably starting depression on me. I started cutting when I was 3 to relieve this. The only person who understood me was Harry and Marilyn Manson. His lyrics touched me in a way that no one and nothing else ever did, not even my therapist, who I saw five times a week. His name is Legolas and I think he’s in love with me.
“Inferno…” I heard someone whispering my name. I turned around, my blonde locks swaying around my face attractively, only to see Edward, from my class. “W-what are you doing here?” I asked, hiding my fresh cuts.
“I’m here to take you away from this world… My love…”
Hard to be Perfect
Chapter 1 (Introduction)
My name is Inferno. This morning I got up and put on my gothic Lolita dress with blood red crimson lace down the front. I didn’t eat this morning because I am trying to lose weight for Pete Wentz, who became obsessed with me ever since I saw his concert three years ago. I quickly grabbed some bright crimson arm warmers to cover up my fresh wounds. I have a very traumatic past and that is why I have severe depression and bipolar disorder. The cutting relieves the pain………………
As I walk to school many Jew preps stare at me enviously; just because I give all the boys blowjobs in the stairwell at school. It’s not my fault, it’s because I was raped and happen to be very beautiful. I have flowing blonde locks and ice blue eyes the color of limpid tears. I made sure to line my cerulean eyes with heavy dark eyeliner this morning, noting how everyday they look more and more dead. Ever since my brother, who raped me repeatedly died.
Looking around the classroom, I became depressed and searched through my desk for the razor that I always kept there. I quickly slashed my arms when no one was looking and a solitary tear leaked from my azure blue eyes. I looked across the classroom and noticed the new hot foreign exchange student, Edward Cullen, looking at me with pain in his eyes. I looked back only for a second before Draco Malfoy came into the classroom and took his usual seat beside me. He always loved me, but pretended he didn’t. Just thinking about the years of abuse from this boy saddened me. I quickly took another slash.
“Hey girls look, it’s Ugly McStupid Whore!!!1” said Brittany, a faggot Jew prep. I quickly threw up my middle finger at her. I hated preps. The only reason they were mean to me was because of jealousy. They’re also jealous of my feathery black angel wings that I’ve had since birth. They call me things like “Freak” and “Goth bitch” but they’re all just jealous that they can’t be as original as me. I am my own person. I reached down to my leg and cut it too. The bell rang and class let out.
As I walked home (alone, since I had no friends except for Harry, who was also a gothic Pagan and in love with me), the girls followed me, throwing rocks and eggs that they brought to school just to throw at me.
“What a freak!” they laughed as a rock hit my arm, making it bleed again. Suddenly out of nowhere, I turned around and shot a ball of fire out of my hand and they all fell over with a look of terror in their eyes. “W-what was that?!?!?!!?!?” they yelled, as I looked down at my hands, astonished. I’d never done that before and I was scared. I ran all the way home, while cutting my wrists again, with my backup razor.
When I got home I made sure to tip toe around my sleeping foster dad. He always gets drunk and hits me because he thinks it my fault that my foster mother was killed by a demon one night while going to check on me. I never knew my real parents, because they gave up me and my brother Sasuke to the orphanage before we were born. This caused me a lot of deep inner turmoil, probably starting depression on me. I started cutting when I was 3 to relieve this. The only person who understood me was Harry and Marilyn Manson. His lyrics touched me in a way that no one and nothing else ever did, not even my therapist, who I saw five times a week. His name is Legolas and I think he’s in love with me.
“Inferno…” I heard someone whispering my name. I turned around, my blonde locks swaying around my face attractively, only to see Edward, from my class. “W-what are you doing here?” I asked, hiding my fresh cuts.
“I’m here to take you away from this world… My love…”