Disclaimer: I did not write the song used in this story... AC/DC did.
Secondly, I don't own Jack Kelley or Sarah. Please R&R!
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An account of the effects of Pride June 17, 1899. 5:07 p.m.
"Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale
Swinging in the chariot
Around and around we go
The senators rehearse the tale
Starring in the coliseum
Tied upon the rack
Up comes the thumb of Caesar
To stab you in the back
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail! You need eyes in the back of your head boy,
or you're dead"
Jack Kelley paced the washroom at the Lodging House so much he was wearing a hole in the floor. He was unrecognizable in the condition he was in. Hot tears streaked his face; his clothes were disheveled. He thoughts were a tumult of despair.
--- How could Sarah think I'm unattractive? Why would she tell me I'm boastful about my manhood! So I exaggerated. Everyone does! If she ever told anyone I would be the laughing stalk! And she truly thinks I'm irritating, dirty and have bad hair! My hair is perfect; I'm pleasant, and very clean! And then she dumped me after humiliating me. She's got some nerve. She thinks everyone hates me? Well she'd be damned to know that everyone hates her. That would stop her from being so damn proud all the time. But that won't happen; because she's going to tell everyone about me. All the truths she knows about me. Bloody hell! I've got to end this right now, once and for all! ---
Jack grabbed a knife the boys used to shave and gently ran it across his palm. He watched the blood pool in his hand.
--- Do I really want to do this? ---
Jack looked from his knife to his wrist and back again. He placed the knife against his wrist and-
Pleaseeee plllllllleeaseee Review!
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An account of the effects of Pride June 17, 1899. 5:07 p.m.
"Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale
Swinging in the chariot
Around and around we go
The senators rehearse the tale
Starring in the coliseum
Tied upon the rack
Up comes the thumb of Caesar
To stab you in the back
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail! You need eyes in the back of your head boy,
or you're dead"
Jack Kelley paced the washroom at the Lodging House so much he was wearing a hole in the floor. He was unrecognizable in the condition he was in. Hot tears streaked his face; his clothes were disheveled. He thoughts were a tumult of despair.
--- How could Sarah think I'm unattractive? Why would she tell me I'm boastful about my manhood! So I exaggerated. Everyone does! If she ever told anyone I would be the laughing stalk! And she truly thinks I'm irritating, dirty and have bad hair! My hair is perfect; I'm pleasant, and very clean! And then she dumped me after humiliating me. She's got some nerve. She thinks everyone hates me? Well she'd be damned to know that everyone hates her. That would stop her from being so damn proud all the time. But that won't happen; because she's going to tell everyone about me. All the truths she knows about me. Bloody hell! I've got to end this right now, once and for all! ---
Jack grabbed a knife the boys used to shave and gently ran it across his palm. He watched the blood pool in his hand.
--- Do I really want to do this? ---
Jack looked from his knife to his wrist and back again. He placed the knife against his wrist and-
Pleaseeee plllllllleeaseee Review!