Uh…hey everybody. I'm new here and my name is Zoe.
I just heard about this site and wanted to post a story.
I don't know how to make another chapter so, can anyone please tell me?
Okay, anyway, on with the story. Before starting again, I had just found out that I can put P. here….and I'm putting diaries, too. Here are the characters: Luna, Blossom-Momoko, Miyako-Bubbles, Kaoru-Buttercup, Brick, Butch, Boomer and a few other people….
Please review.
(Luna's P.O.V)
This is it, the last day of my entire life. UWAAAA! I'm going to a new school….new classmates….new friends….maybe a boyfriend…
Anyway, this is horrible. I hope everything goes well….it won't. Last night, I dreamt, that I was popular in my new school….I even thought I was confident. The last time I went to a new school, I was scared to even ask the teacher if I could go to toilet. Okay, so right now, I'm walking to school. People are staring at me like I'm a new specie or an alien. I'm ugly enough to believe that…..Of course, I'm ugly…..okay, now I'm walking inside school….I have no idea where my class is for now….Someone just tapped my shoulders. Should I turn around? What if it was an accident? Anyway, I turn around and see a- "COCKROACH!" There was a guy behind me with a fake cockroach and a girl, diagonal way, was screaming. "He's HOLDING it! Get away from it, NEWBIE!"
Did she just call me a "Newbie"? That's rude! Even though I'm new here. "Why the hell are you dangling this in my face?! Even though I know you LOVE me." Who the hell said that? That's when something hard dropped on my shoulders. "Hey, newbie." Someone on top of me, said. "Can I eat you?" "And I'm supposed to answer that? I slapped the arm off of me. It was the girl-boy's hand. I looked at the figure above me. It was a "She". She was smiling, but now she's frowning. "Do you have any manners? Do you know what you just did?" Oh, I know. I slapped your hand off of me. "I know you slapped my hand OFF OF me." She grinned. That was awkward, but did she read my mind? SO cool! She's probably a vampire! OMG! I love this school. Not. I asked a grown-up looking teacher where my first class might be. Luckily, she was the principal. She took me to hell. Note: That means classroom but hell in my word. I walked inside the classroom. It was big and clean. I could see a gazillion teenager. Of course, this IS a high school.
I'm sorry, people, I have to leave. If anyone can tell me how to make another chapter, I'll be glad.
