Introduction.

Hi peasant, My name is Rosaline Bulgaria, but I want to Andy to marry me so I can change my name to Amy Biersack, because of my idol Amy of Evanescence.

I awoke from my dark eternal sleep, the only thing that keeps me from the torment of everyday. I stepped miserably to get my clothes. I opened the dark wardrobe adorned with various cobwebs and skeletons. Hmm, what should I wear today? Black? Or black? My BVB band shirt. I love them so much I would kill for Andy, to kiss him, or even more! I bet he…. Mmmmm…. Oh yeahhh! I put on my clothes; I want to look like Amy, my idol, I would also kill for her too… yes! Imagine the three of us doing "things" in my bedroom.

I walked out of my uninspiring black room, taking a bowl out of the cupboard and red milk to eat my Count Chocula. After I ate my delicious gothic breakfast, I ran to my laptop (black with blood decals on it) to go on websites to defend BVB and BODTF, they save lives so they deserve no hate. I also tell people that Evanescence is the most uber Goth band out there. The only people that understand me….

I grabbed my gothic school supplies and hugged my black cat (her name is Andy Black Shadow-Nightcrawler Lee) and walk outside. I grabbed my spike-clad hat because the evil ball of hydrogen was visible.

Oh my Goth it took way too long for the bus to show up. I want to paint the bus black, I walked into the bus.

"Hello Rosaline! I am glad to see you!" the bus driver said to me.

I sneer and respond with "I won't bow down to your authority prep-peasant"

He cried tears of blood.

I went to seat 6, my favourite seat on the bus. But when I went to sit down I noticed a bunch of PREPS stole it.

"Die preps, I will torture you in my basement if you don't leave." I said menacingly

"Torture would be listening to your dreadful music and looking at you!" they respond in an annoying bubble gum prep way.

They don't understand me. I took out my black iPod and put on BVB, it was my favourite song! 'Pins and Needles' because it describes my suffering completely. I got to the stupid school, and all there was, was preps! Why can't there be any BVB fans… I waited for my only friend who likes almost the same stuff as me. She is also a bisexual witch and dresses in depressing colours, but sometimes she looks like a prep. But today she was wearing grey and black, splendid.

"Heeeeeyy!" she said seductively to me as she shuffled to me.

"HEY BRITNEY! I ADDED MORE TO THE RP, IT GOT REALLY SEXUAL! I DIDN'T WANT IT TO!" I said in response to her greeting.

We walked together asking about awesome gothic stuff like Jeff the Killer, skulls, killing preps, hiding bodies on my property. The prep bell rang for us to go to class so I had to walk through the white walls into my classroom. I am glad it was history class, because Ms. Coyle kept the lights turned off. The only prep I like. It was only her and I in the dark room.

"Hey Rosaline, you are friends with Madeline and Scooter, and Britney…. Right?"

"Yeah, duh. They are the only people that are not as preppy as the rest in the school" I responded dully.

"Are you like them?" she asked seductively.

"I AM NOT A PREP!"

"I know, but do you like the same things? Tee-hee~"

" I don't think so"

Ms. Coyle came over and sat on my desk, "we'll see…" She pulled up her skirt to reveal her undergarments. They had pictures of Madeline and Scooter kissing on them.

"I know you want this, queen of staring~ heheheheeheh,"

"NOOOOOOOO" I screamed, I grabbed my BVB merchandise and my Evanescence purse and ran to the nearest washroom.

When I got to the prep washroom I cried tears of blood for witnessing attempted pedophilia. I ran into a stall, my eyes adorned with black eyeliner.

"ummm… Hello Rosaline…" I heard a familiar voice call out to me.

I opened my eyelids and seen sitting on the toilet…. Britney! But she was almost entirely nude.

"HI BRITNEY! MS COYLE WAS GOING TO DO SOMETHING NASTY WITH MY HAND!" I sat on the toilet paper dispenser.

"Oh wow, poor you… give me a hug," Britney said to me squatting on the toilet.

I went over and hugged her, she almost fell in the toilet because I fell on her. We dropped on the cold floor, my head landing on her cloyster.

"I-I should put on my trousers…" she said innocently.

I tried to pick up my head, but my gothic black hair got stuck, I looked and it was caught in a piercing.

"Looks like we'll be here a while…." I said gothic seductive way.

"NO NO NO!" Britney screamed, "here," she picked up my hand and brought it to the piercing, but on the way I say "OHOHOHOHOHOHOH WHAT IS THIS CREVICE?" I stick my hand in it.

"Not here," Britney pleaded unprofessionally, "we don't have a deoxyribonucleic acid gun here"

"WE DON'T NEED ONE, WE HAVE EACHOTHER!" I replied melancholically.

She untangled my hair and put on clothes.

"We need to go to the ASMR cult now…" she said darkly.

We go out of the washroom and seen Diana.

"Hay guys! Kaepsong!" Diana said annoyingly.

"DIANA, IT'S TIME RIGHT? LET'S GO FIND A GRAVEYARD INSTEAD! LIKE MY BACKYARD!" I say with an evil smile.

Diana reached out and smacked me, "we always go to the Place."

"I HOPE JEFF WON'T SHOW UP!"

We all leave for the place