Chapter 2: Fangs to bloodytearz666 for helping me with the chapter! By the way, preps, stop flaming my story, okay!
The next day, I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony, and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took off 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. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun. My friend, Willow (AN: Raven, this is you!), 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. 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).
"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly.
"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing.
"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.
"Yeah, right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," I replied, flirting.
"Guess what," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"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.
"Well, do you want to go with me?" he asked. I gasped.
Editor's note: She has a love of shorthand. I've edited out most of it, but left some teeny, tiny bits in to emphasize just how preppy her speech is. Pretty ironic, all things considered.