High School PANAMUSICAL IN SUPERCOLOR (featuring Mary Sue as ??)
By Mr. September
The last thing I'd want you to think is that I'm not serious.
I truly am. In all certainty, I manage to be minimally cryptic. However, (pan to left), I can't imagine a life without you.
Mary Sue
Troy looked at the magazine with a blank look on his face.
"Bitch." he remarked.
He was a measurer. Most people do not understand the meaning of this term, but I will not describe it. It is for the reader to decode, and I shall not do it for them.
She stayed ignorant, (pan to right, lighting up), and followed the baron off the cliff of despair. If only she had not listened to the venomous lyrics he had wrote her in the final stanza of his great epic. If only.
Mary Sue
"I would attempt not to make such a remark to a man of his stature."
"What the hell is wrong with you, Mary Sue?"
"I intend not to rhyme, at least not this time."
SLAP.
"The pain has rung through my brain, am I insane?"
"YOU BITCH!"
SLAP.
"The autumn breeze has always had a calming effect, hasn't it?"
Ah, Troy Bolton, the ultraviolent, man slaughtering demon of the ocean that is the depths of Golden Raiden. Had she only not listened to his bitter words.
Mary Sue
If she was the only normal little twat around here, I would be rich. If I had a dime for every time I slapped her across the face I would have twenty cents. I wish I had the whiskey back. Damn you, you silver bearing knight of Raideon.
Raiden and Raideon, you ask? They are the rival kingdoms of the Pandemonium Circle. (Pan right, lighting down, spotlights M.S.) Had I not told you of their rivalry, you would be very confused and not getting this story all down. Had I told that the bells of holidays past were ringing through my cerebrum I would have gone insane years ago.
Mary Sue
"Call me, girl." Cyrus' eyes shone true in the blue pools of light that surrounded his iris.
"You're such a devil, Cyrus!" Her eyes wanted to look deeply into his, her heart dressed with the feelings of repressed emotions.
Oh, Cyrus. His compositions made me swoon from the alcohol I had consumed from the pungent aroma of his cologne. Until his horrible, unfittedly named Sister Angel, ruined us. Her fat hung from her sides as she strutted into the room armed with her ebony lingerie. She engaged in a tribal dance in front of Cyrus, and in order to resist, Cyrus had to cover his pure eyes with his soft palms. I believe it is time to reveal my true identity, I am Gabriella Montez. Troy has violated me in so many different ways, I have learned to grow apart from the name. From now on, I shall be referred to as my new name, Mary Sue.
Mary Sue
Cyrus slammed on his drum kit so hard, the crash cymbal flew off from its position and slit his throat perfectly, his scarlet blood raining down from the wounds the cymbal had created.
"CYRUS!!" The sound came from so deep within my being tears began to flow from my eyes.
I rushed to his side, trying to tend his wounds. But lo, it was too late, and then, the man slaughtering beast came through the door.
"YOU DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE WHORE! COME WITH ME!" Troy screamed angrily into my face, traces of saliva brushing my cheek.
He dragged me off down the private driveway, I was expecting the worst.