Prologue:
Disclaimer: I don't own yugioh or anything like it. Actually, I do own Tiera. That's all
Hey guys! It's Jay! I know that most of my friends are mad at me for writing this because I keep getting distracted from this big major story I'm writing, but I keep getting scared that I'll forget my ideas for these little ones (of course, by the time I've written the little ones, I've forgotten my ideas for the big one). Right, so, this story is kind of not a very happy story. In fact, it's downright dismal. But that's okay! Well, at least it's okay for people like me who like really sad stories (yeah, I do. And I have this burned CD of sad songs that make me cry and I listen to it all the time. If you're looking for something incredibly unhappy, listen to Steve Wariner's song "Holes in the Floor of Heaven". Really sad). Anyway, this fic is kind of a girl fic (or so my friends say). Anyway, my guy friends didn't really like it much because they're all big geys (don't ask me what that means, I don't know. It's something that my friend Jackie, excuse me, Jack-gey, taught me. It can be an insult or a compliment or anything you want it to be). Right, and my friends that are ladies liked it (except none of my guy friends actually watch Yu-Gi-Oh but all my girls do. Well, take that back. My brother watches Yu-Gi-Oh and he didn't like it but he's 8 and he's a big gey. He probably just didn't like it because I wrote it. Brother's are like that. Did you ever notice that the only people who actually like their siblings are in Yu-Gi-Oh. I mean, they are, like, in love with their brothers. But, I'm getting off track. Anyway, this story is about Marik and a girl named Tiera (which is not said Tee-air-ah. That is spelled T-i-e-r-r-a. It is said Ty-eer-ah) But you can pronounce it wrong if you want to. You'll just be a big gey if you do (which is probably not a compliment in this case, but you never know). Oh! I know a song about big geys. Jack-gey wrote it. It goes:
I'm a big gey
You're a big gey
Everywhere I go there will always be a gey
Isn't that a great song? Anyway, back on track. This story is rated PG-13 for evilness on Marik's part. The story basically tells why he is evil (well, not exactly why he's evil, but it gives some background info on his evilness) from Tiera's POV (point of view). This is not my personal favorite of all my stories, but I don't think it's that bad. It's just depressing. Okay, I'm going to shut up now. Oh, and everyone else is like Read and Review but you don't have to do either for my story. It's just here to take up space (um...that wasn't really funny, I know).
~Jaylen (who, by the way, is a girl, even though I have a boy's name. I can't help what my parent's named me)
Disclaimer: I don't own yugioh or anything like it. Actually, I do own Tiera. That's all
Hey guys! It's Jay! I know that most of my friends are mad at me for writing this because I keep getting distracted from this big major story I'm writing, but I keep getting scared that I'll forget my ideas for these little ones (of course, by the time I've written the little ones, I've forgotten my ideas for the big one). Right, so, this story is kind of not a very happy story. In fact, it's downright dismal. But that's okay! Well, at least it's okay for people like me who like really sad stories (yeah, I do. And I have this burned CD of sad songs that make me cry and I listen to it all the time. If you're looking for something incredibly unhappy, listen to Steve Wariner's song "Holes in the Floor of Heaven". Really sad). Anyway, this fic is kind of a girl fic (or so my friends say). Anyway, my guy friends didn't really like it much because they're all big geys (don't ask me what that means, I don't know. It's something that my friend Jackie, excuse me, Jack-gey, taught me. It can be an insult or a compliment or anything you want it to be). Right, and my friends that are ladies liked it (except none of my guy friends actually watch Yu-Gi-Oh but all my girls do. Well, take that back. My brother watches Yu-Gi-Oh and he didn't like it but he's 8 and he's a big gey. He probably just didn't like it because I wrote it. Brother's are like that. Did you ever notice that the only people who actually like their siblings are in Yu-Gi-Oh. I mean, they are, like, in love with their brothers. But, I'm getting off track. Anyway, this story is about Marik and a girl named Tiera (which is not said Tee-air-ah. That is spelled T-i-e-r-r-a. It is said Ty-eer-ah) But you can pronounce it wrong if you want to. You'll just be a big gey if you do (which is probably not a compliment in this case, but you never know). Oh! I know a song about big geys. Jack-gey wrote it. It goes:
I'm a big gey
You're a big gey
Everywhere I go there will always be a gey
Isn't that a great song? Anyway, back on track. This story is rated PG-13 for evilness on Marik's part. The story basically tells why he is evil (well, not exactly why he's evil, but it gives some background info on his evilness) from Tiera's POV (point of view). This is not my personal favorite of all my stories, but I don't think it's that bad. It's just depressing. Okay, I'm going to shut up now. Oh, and everyone else is like Read and Review but you don't have to do either for my story. It's just here to take up space (um...that wasn't really funny, I know).
~Jaylen (who, by the way, is a girl, even though I have a boy's name. I can't help what my parent's named me)