Before we begin, I would like to let you guys know that we are nearing the middle of the series. With any luck, we'll be introducing Greg in to mix finally, as he has agreed to hop in.
Also the upcoming chapters may be less frequent, Greg and I have started up classes again, and I'm unsure about my workload or his. Now that you know, let's get on with the chapter.
Chapter 19. im nut ok i promise
AN: plz stup flaming da story if u do ur a foken prep n ur jelous ok!11 frum noq un im gong 2 delt ur men reviowz!111 BTW evonyd a poorblod so der!1 fangz 2 raven 4m da help!11
K: Everyone’s a Poorblood? Huh? What? What is that, like a gang?
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All day we sat angerly finking about Dumbelldore. We were so fucking pissed off. Well, I had one thing to look forward too- da MCR concert. It had been postphoned, so we could all go.
K: I thought it was a ruse to get Ebony/Harry.
Anyway, I went to the common room sadly to cut classes. Draco was being all secretive.
K: And nobody noticed him cutting. Must be the secretive-ness.
I asked what it was and he got all mad me and started crying all hot and angsty (rnt sensitve bi guyz so hot).
K: No, they’re all wet, and clingy, and annoying—much like a wool sweater pulled from the dryer too early.
L: No, they usually just end up gay.
“No one fucking understands me!1” he shouted angrily as his black hare went in his big blue eyes like Billie Joe in Boulevard of Borken Dreamz. He was wearing black baggy paints, a black MCR t-shirt and a black die. (geddit insted of tie koz im goffik) I was wearing a blak leather low cut top with chains all over it all over it a blak leather mini, black high held boots and a cross belly fing. My hair was al up in a messy relly high bun like Amy Lee in Gong Under. (email me if u wana see da pik)
K: A CROSS BELLY RING? ON A VAMPIRE? OHOHOHOHOHOHO.
“Accuse me? What about me!” I growled.
K: You know Ebony, Enoby, whatever, it’s not all about you.
L: No one’s accusing you.
“Buy-but-but-” he grunted.
“You fucking bastard!” I moaned.
“No! Wait! It’s not what it fucking looks like!” he shouted.
L: That sounded like a rough sex session.
K: BOW-CHICKA-BOW-WOW.
But it was to late. I knew what I herd. I ran to the bathroom angrily, cring. Draco banged on the door. I whipped and whepped as my blody eyeliner streammed down my cheeks and made cool tears down my feces like Benji in the video for Girls and Bois (raven that is soo our video!). I TOOOK OUT A CIGARETE END STARTED TO smoke pot.
K: They make marijuana cigarettes now?
L: I TYPE IN CAPITAL LETTERS THEN END ON A soft note.
Suddenly Hargrid came. He had appearated.
L: Not apparated, mind you. He appearated.
“You gave me a fucking shock!” I shouted angrily dropping my pot. “Wtf do you fink you’re doing in da gurl’s room?”
Only it wasn’t just Hargrid. Someone else was with him too! For a second I wanted it 2 b Tom Rid or maybe Draco but it was Dumblydore.
“Hey I need to ask you a question.” he said, pulling out his black wanabe-goffik purse. “What are u wearing to the concert?”
K: Dear God NO. If Dumbledore wants to get it on with Ebony, I will gouge my eyes out with a spork.
“U no who MCR r!” I gasped.
K: Well…let’s just say I may be the father of one of those lads…or was it grandfather? Oh I can’t remember!
“No I just saw there was a concert dat a lot of gothz and punx were going 2.” He said. “Anyway Draco has a surprise for u.”
K: Waaaaaait. My Chemical Romance is considered Punk? Nuh-uh. No way. Please tell me you’re joking.
L: I had to re-read that. Twice. D:
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