I do not give a rat's ass about HSM, and I do not care what you think (in fact, I love hate mail! Bring it on baby). I hate it and I wish it were never made. Don't like this? Then tough balls. Go to your little corner and cry your head off. That's right. I am in the minority of those who HATE I repeat, HATE High School Musical. That is all. u.u
Samara's Curse upon Humanity
Beyond man's imagination, there has always been something out there to haunt, inquire, and scare us into submission. Some say it's the boogie monster. Others say it's a little girl who was murdered long ago, and crawls out of a well seven days after watching a tape. But none of those come close to the horrors that lay inside Samara's new video. The new one has horrors against imagination. Man will never be the same.
The i world /i will never be the same.
The world will shudder in its wake. Samara's curse will destroy mankind as we speak. They will destroy this menace. Who is this 'they', you ask? They are UGLY. United Goth Leaders for Youth. And they will stop this menace. Jade, Willow, Raven, Twilight, and Aura.
"Yeah, and I can't stand that stupid song," Jade says leaning back in her chair.
"Ugh, jeez I know! Why don't they just stick a sock in it?" Twilight says leaning against the cracked, concrete wall.
"But how are we gonna get rid of it? Everyone likes it so much they practically worship it," Willow says folding her arms atop the table, and laying her head.
"Yeah, and everyone already is making a shrine of it. Clever Samara. I liked her better when she distributed the last video," Raven says kicking a pebble and seating herself in a wooden chair. "At least we could stand the morbidness,"
The four figures meet in an underground bunker, built in the second World War. One figure is missing among the others, though. But the grumbling of the others is broken from a voice cloaked in a shadow in the corner.
"To stop it..." A male voice sounded. It was deep and mesmerizing, the four figures turned to the seemingly empty shadowed corner. "...we must become it." He simply stated. It was Aura, UGLY's leader. He emerged from the shadow, and revealed himself to the group. The four girls whispered about the idea, and thought about it deeply.
"But how? We can't dress in...in colourful garb. You know how much colour burns our skin!" Twilight said defiantly, stomping her right booted foot against the bunker flooring. Her blonde hair was up dramatically in a bun with two black chopsticks with little metal spiders dangling from them. Her off-the-shoulder-blood red button-up top contrasted sharply against the drab bunker walls. Chains hung off her black, baggy jeans and little stitched-on bats on the pockets.
Aura closed his eyes, and smiled slyly. "We don't. We produce our own." Simply he stated. His deep mohogany hair was worn down and swept left sideways obscuring his piercing blue eye on the left. Silence engulfed the group, but Willow breaks the silence.
"...but no one will watch it. Don't you remember that all goths and punks were forced underground ever since that damn movie came out? And how do we get the funds to do such a stunt?!" Willow was always a doubter. Her ebony bangs hung beside her face, while the rest of her hair is in a barette in shape of a bat. Her wine corset just fit her figure just so, and her long, drapey skirt accented her ankle boots nicely. "And where will we show it?" She said, her hazel eyes batting profusely.
Aura strided over to Willow, and lifted her chin with his index finger. "That will come later. We don't need to worry about that." He said reassuringly. Willow sighed, and sat back down again. Aura sighed. "It seems that the world above will be shocked at our rendition. But that won't stop us, right?"
The room was deathly silent.