Hi! it's me again! Moonliterider! YAY! and with me today and helping me start this story is my character, Seth!
Seth: she's holding me hostage...
MLR: erm...shut up Seth. well anyways, i know i have many stories to update and umm...i just wanted to get this one out of the way, so here ya go.
Seth: looking in fridge where's the mountain dew?
Disclaimer: i don't own Nightmare Before Christmas, Tim Burton does. (where would we be without him?) I only own characters u never heard of in TNBC before.
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Jamie slammed the door and walked outside, swearing under his breath. He had just gotten into another fight with his mom. Again, it was about something completely stupid. This time, it was about his appearance. Jamie had short dark black hair and brown eyes. He wore a T-shirt with a skull in the middle, black pants and worn out black shoes. He also wore a black coat that seemed just a little bit too big for him. Jamie's mom kept making comments about how gothic he looked.
"Whats next? Dealing drugs?..." his mom had said. This started an arguement about whether Jamie was gothic or not. Jamie walked down the dark empty road. Nothing had really been the same since his dad had been killed in a machinary accident where he worked, two years ago. Ever since then, Jamie had seemed to be always in mourning. He had taken to wearing black and being quiet unless he was talked to. Jamie turned the corner and headed out towards a small park that was close by. He enjoyed going to that park to think ever since he was little. But Jamie did not hear the screeching tires of the speeding car that had turned the corner only a few minutes after him. He was too busy thinking. Jamie also didn't see the headlights behind him. All he knew was the pain that filled his body when the car struck him.
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A little later he could hear voices. Jamie wasn't conscious enough to make out whole sentences, but he captured words like, "drunken idiot" and "in coma" and things like that. He felt him self slowly slipping back into unconsciousness and then everything was black.
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MLR: yeah okay, short chapter but i promise i'll update soon. then i'll get back on track with my other stories.
Seth: drinking Mountain Dew you know, everytime you say that, you never do it? is whacked
MLR: still glaring at Seth so anyways reviews are very much wanted and also, i know the story sucks so far, but it gets better. bye for now!