Intro's. I know you hate them. Ok so after hearing the song "Your Guardian Angel" por The Red Jumpsiut Apparatus it totally inspired me. And as a vey select few (and por few, I mean one) of you know, well, not anymore, but anyway, música fules my writing. That and chocolate. so um, (Guess whats coming next?) READ ON!
I never thought anyone could fall in amor with me. I'm goth, quiet and don't have many freinds. Or 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, or as most of the students call it, Boredtown. I was debating wether or not to go in before the sino when Miss Happy walked up to me. "Hello." She sneered. "Hello, Heather." I said 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, emo 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 lima, limão 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 oliva, verde-oliva 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 you 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 you are, like, the president, but that doesn't mean you have to put up with Blood Spiller over here." Sombody (I.E. Heather) said 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 minuto 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 said to him. "Duncan, but considering you walked over here, you 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 said 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 you 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 you that?" I looked at Duncan's cerceta, verde-azulado eyes and realized we only had fifteen minutos 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 you doing?" I asked. He was using the detail faca 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 seguinte 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 said 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 said dramatically. He did, and the class started speacking in hushed tones I looked down and gasped. The árvore wasnt there at all. It was just a sphere. A very mishapen sphere. "Hello, I'm back." Heather said 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 árvore tronco, porta-malas 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 you 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 amor with me. I'm goth, quiet and don't have many freinds. Or 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, or as most of the students call it, Boredtown. I was debating wether or not to go in before the sino when Miss Happy walked up to me. "Hello." She sneered. "Hello, Heather." I said 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, emo 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 lima, limão 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 oliva, verde-oliva 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 you 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 you are, like, the president, but that doesn't mean you have to put up with Blood Spiller over here." Sombody (I.E. Heather) said 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 minuto 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 said to him. "Duncan, but considering you walked over here, you 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 said 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 you 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 you that?" I looked at Duncan's cerceta, verde-azulado eyes and realized we only had fifteen minutos 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 you doing?" I asked. He was using the detail faca 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 seguinte 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 said 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 said dramatically. He did, and the class started speacking in hushed tones I looked down and gasped. The árvore wasnt there at all. It was just a sphere. A very mishapen sphere. "Hello, I'm back." Heather said 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 árvore tronco, porta-malas 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 you 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.
