Disclaimer: The only thing I don't own hasn't even been mentioned yet in
the story but for future reference it is gonna be Oliver wood. Mmmmmmmmm.
Oops sorry. Little unintentional interlude. Anyway, he belongs to J.K.
Rowling whch is unendingly sad. Oops, slipped again. I'll try my best not
to any more but I make no promises.
A/N: Ok, this story is the first kinda' serious story that I've ever really tried to write so bare with me. I don't even really know where this story is going yet. I'm gonna try to figure it out though. But I do know what is gonna happen next so you prolly won't have to wait long for the next chapter or 2.
Chapter 1: The PMS Goddess
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So maybe you could say she's the PMS goddess. Some of my friends did. Before all of this anyway. Kara's favorite pastime seemed to be bitching and moaning at her friends. That's why they called her what they did. (Behind her back of course for fear of wrath) But nowadays, Kara is singing a different tune and its all because of me. But, that's for later. Kara started off her day like normal. She got up, got dressed, went downstairs, and proceeded to gripe at her brother about you know, any old thing she could get her hands on. The major part of it this morning was yelling at him because he ate the last bagel after having two the day before after school. This particular fight lasted for about 30 seconds before Kara's mom made an appearance. Kara's mom being the only one who could ever silence her bitchiness walked in and with one glare shut Kara up. But this didn't last long, as the second Kara's mom was out the door, Kara began her customary post-mom whisper yells. When the fighting finally simmered down a bit it was already time to leave for school. This just made Kara's mood all the worse, (which it did every morning) and she stomped out the door behind her brother with much yelling to show it. Needless to say, the two-block walk to school was not without yells and they were only silenced when Kara saw her friend, Laura, walking alone just down the street. Kara quickly forgot about her brother and ran to catch up with Laura, yelling after her the whole way. Now you would think with all of the yelling that Kara's voice would be near gone by now. But oh no, Kara has had too much practice in the yelling business to le a little thing like yelling for 30 minutes straight stop her. Kara soon caught up to her and began to rant.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Now of course, I heard Kara yelling at her brother before she even saw me and started yelling to me. I just chose to ignore her and to brace myself for the vent that I knew was inevitable. You know what I mean? Once she caught up to me, I just let out a sigh as she started exclaiming about how "stupid" her brother was, and how she really wants to "kill" him. Everybody knows that she really loves him and even possibly couldn't live without him but you know she won't admit it. We only had a little further to walk any way so I just grinned and bared it. Once we got to school, she picked another friend to throw her tantrum for. Namely, Erika.
++++))))++++((((++++ So if I had known what was gonna' happen to Kara, I wouldn't have blown up at her like that. She just pissed me off you know? I personally, was also in a bad mood that day. Of course she always is so that's no biggie. It's just that when she's talking about it, you know what puts her in the mood she's in, nobody else is allowed to speak. Also, when she is in a bad mood, (Which like I've said before is always. Stupid bitch.) no one else is allowed to be in a bad mood. It's like she thinks she owns the bad mood rights or something. Every time you ever try to talk to her all you ever get is yelling and other forms of bitching and I just couldn't take it you know? Ok, Erika slow down, you're getting off subject. Ok, I'm fine now. Oh by the way, if you haven't noticed, I talk to myself a lot. My friends all think that I'm a spaz but whatever. Well, that day I decided, under the influence of my bad mood, that I couldn't take it anymore. I just blew up in her face. I was like," Kara, dude, I'm done ok? You are just too much for me right now. I can no longer stand your constantly bitchy moods and your yelling. I personally don't care how your brother ruined you r breakfast and that you're gonna starve. I just don't care at all. I just need you to get away from me right now before I do something that I'm gonna regret!!" Of course after she ran away crying I decided that I already regretted what I had just done. I didn't mean to I swear.
*************** This is about the time that I decided to intervene..
A/N: Ok, this story is the first kinda' serious story that I've ever really tried to write so bare with me. I don't even really know where this story is going yet. I'm gonna try to figure it out though. But I do know what is gonna happen next so you prolly won't have to wait long for the next chapter or 2.
Chapter 1: The PMS Goddess
***************
So maybe you could say she's the PMS goddess. Some of my friends did. Before all of this anyway. Kara's favorite pastime seemed to be bitching and moaning at her friends. That's why they called her what they did. (Behind her back of course for fear of wrath) But nowadays, Kara is singing a different tune and its all because of me. But, that's for later. Kara started off her day like normal. She got up, got dressed, went downstairs, and proceeded to gripe at her brother about you know, any old thing she could get her hands on. The major part of it this morning was yelling at him because he ate the last bagel after having two the day before after school. This particular fight lasted for about 30 seconds before Kara's mom made an appearance. Kara's mom being the only one who could ever silence her bitchiness walked in and with one glare shut Kara up. But this didn't last long, as the second Kara's mom was out the door, Kara began her customary post-mom whisper yells. When the fighting finally simmered down a bit it was already time to leave for school. This just made Kara's mood all the worse, (which it did every morning) and she stomped out the door behind her brother with much yelling to show it. Needless to say, the two-block walk to school was not without yells and they were only silenced when Kara saw her friend, Laura, walking alone just down the street. Kara quickly forgot about her brother and ran to catch up with Laura, yelling after her the whole way. Now you would think with all of the yelling that Kara's voice would be near gone by now. But oh no, Kara has had too much practice in the yelling business to le a little thing like yelling for 30 minutes straight stop her. Kara soon caught up to her and began to rant.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Now of course, I heard Kara yelling at her brother before she even saw me and started yelling to me. I just chose to ignore her and to brace myself for the vent that I knew was inevitable. You know what I mean? Once she caught up to me, I just let out a sigh as she started exclaiming about how "stupid" her brother was, and how she really wants to "kill" him. Everybody knows that she really loves him and even possibly couldn't live without him but you know she won't admit it. We only had a little further to walk any way so I just grinned and bared it. Once we got to school, she picked another friend to throw her tantrum for. Namely, Erika.
++++))))++++((((++++ So if I had known what was gonna' happen to Kara, I wouldn't have blown up at her like that. She just pissed me off you know? I personally, was also in a bad mood that day. Of course she always is so that's no biggie. It's just that when she's talking about it, you know what puts her in the mood she's in, nobody else is allowed to speak. Also, when she is in a bad mood, (Which like I've said before is always. Stupid bitch.) no one else is allowed to be in a bad mood. It's like she thinks she owns the bad mood rights or something. Every time you ever try to talk to her all you ever get is yelling and other forms of bitching and I just couldn't take it you know? Ok, Erika slow down, you're getting off subject. Ok, I'm fine now. Oh by the way, if you haven't noticed, I talk to myself a lot. My friends all think that I'm a spaz but whatever. Well, that day I decided, under the influence of my bad mood, that I couldn't take it anymore. I just blew up in her face. I was like," Kara, dude, I'm done ok? You are just too much for me right now. I can no longer stand your constantly bitchy moods and your yelling. I personally don't care how your brother ruined you r breakfast and that you're gonna starve. I just don't care at all. I just need you to get away from me right now before I do something that I'm gonna regret!!" Of course after she ran away crying I decided that I already regretted what I had just done. I didn't mean to I swear.
*************** This is about the time that I decided to intervene..