Okay here's a small chapter about a character that I know most people hate!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. I SWEAR ON BOB'S GRAVE.
Everyone in the world is different. That's what makes us unique. But some people are just MESSED UP.
Finally! Dylan was alone, away from those psychopaths who dare call themselves poeple. The Flock. Except Max. No, she wasn't a weirdo to him. Which is why he was in her house. In her room. Looking at himself in her mirror. Like the stalker he was.
" Ah... smooth as a baby's bottom." Dylan sighed as he touched his cheek with his hand.
Then, without warning, Fang came down from the ceiling with a sniper and shot Dylan in the head.
While Greenday was singing ,Jesus Of Suburbia, behined him.
Okay, that was REALLY short. But do not worry my readers. My new chapter will be up maybe later TODAY or tomorrow!
Peace Out- Someone xD