AN: I'm posting Chapter 2 now, because I'm nice person like that! If by nice you mean exposing all your innocent little minds to this horror (most of you are probably older than me, but whatever.). I have Goldilocks hair after going to the hairdressers! Except dark, not blonde!

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok! (they're flaming your story for a reason!)

The next day I woke up in my bedroom. (oh, thank God! It's a right pain in the arse when you wake up in the fridge) It was snowing and raining again. (oh, the magical weather system never stops!) I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. (if that's what sets you up for the day… I generally prefer Weetabix if I have a torturing day of being emo ahead, but blood works too.) My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. (*wanders away to vomit*) I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. (is this what she wears to school? I thought the teachers at my school were annoying when they keep going on at us to unroll our skirts. Imagine if they saw her, they'd have a bloody heart attack!) I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun. (kind of? Was it messy or not?) My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. (Right, I don't know about anybody else, but I would be seriously creeped out if somebody grinned at me, THEN opened their eyes. Like they were possessed or something.) She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.) (more white foundation… it. makes. you. look. creepy!)

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly. (what the hell? No 'good morning'? Straight into gossip, that's shamefully preppy of you!)

"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing. (vampires can't blush! What kind of messed up wannabe gemo vampire are you? [Gemo = Goth and emo, or geek and emo. Depending on who we're talking about.] And even if you somehow did miraculously manage to blush, I'm sure it wouldn't show up underneath all that white foundation.)

"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted. (ahaha, you so fucking do! Ohmygod help me.)

"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi." I replied flirtily. (No, of course you don't like him. I flirt with my friends all the time. Not really, that would be weird, all my friends are girls.)

"Guess what." he said. (he sounds so excited!)

"What?" I asked. (such stimulating conversation)

"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR. (and they would so be likely to be performing in Hogsmeade. A wizarding town.)

"Well…. do you want to go with me?" he asked.

I gasped. (best. ending. line. ever!)