Lalalalalala... Oh, sorry, didn't see you reading here. Well, here is my new Twilight parody. (I also want to add that you say Twilight as twil-IGHT) I hope you peeps like it. I mean...*I lost my train of thought, someone just flipped me off, stupid person*. Well, I've got nothin to say so here's the story.
Twil-ight
PreNose
I've never given much thought to how I would eat-even if I had, I wouldn't have imagined it like this.
If I had never gone to Sporks, I probably would have never had this eating disorder.
On the floor, I stared at the person who had done this to me. He looked at me like I was a psycho.
Chapter 1.
My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled up. She would always tell me: "Always ride with the windows up. It will keep germs out." It was 85 degrees here in Dallas, Texas. The sky was gray with big storm clouds coming- a tornado. Thank god I was leaving this desert, and leaving my mom to die with the tornado. I was wearing a hideous long sleeve black shirt. I was wearing it as an 'In yo face Mom, I'm leaving Dallas, I'm emo, and you can do nothing. Mhahaha.' kind of gesture. My carry-on item was a black leather jacket.
In Northern Oregon, lies a tiny town- no map maker puts on a map, DUH- named Sporks, that has many clouds. This town gets the most fog here on Earth-even more than a rain forest. It was this crappy land that my mother escaped with me (sadly) last year. Yes, my own mother kidnapped me. And then she brain washed me, but in the end she told me all that she had done. Unfortunately, I still can't remember what Sporks is like. My mom told me to never, ever go to this town until I was 14. And still, after that, I was never allow to visit my dad. But I am 17, and she can't keep me locked up forever. My father's name is Garry. I think you might want to know that, I guess. Anyway, after all these years, I put my fist down on my mom's head and told her I was going to Sporks. Because, frankly, I kind of hate my mom right now. So now, I'm going to Sporks, hoping to murder my dad, if he gets on my nerves, and find some hot, emo guys. If Sporks is different from Dallas, it'll feel like I've won the lottery.
I hated Dallas, its sun and heat. Stupid sun.
"Banana," my mom said to me (yes, she named me Banana)-if she finishes this line, I will so kill her- before I got to the airport-so close. "You don't have to go, you know."
My mom looks at me like I'm a maniac. SHE'S THE MANIAC! I felt a spasm of happiness as I stared at her. I could totally leave this, this...thing of a mother to fend for herself. That's just the type of person I am. And, since she had Paul, the bills probably wouldn't get paid, they'd grow hungry, no gas in the car, and no one to call if she got lost... HA.
"I want to go," I said. Really, I did, but now it didn't really sound convincing.
"Don't tell Garry I say hello," she pleaded. I was so telling Dad. Then he would think Mom wanted him back.
"I won't," I lied.
"You can come home when ever you want." Yeah, right.
"Don't worry about me. I'll have a great time. I hate you Mom," I said, sweetly.
She gave me the look for a second, then I rushed onto the plane and then she was gone. Oh, how happy I was.
Okay, that's just the first chapter, but I will defiantly make more for this series. Yes, yes I know, this first part is boring but it gets better so leave me a comment.
