Disclaimer: OK, I was going to review as a response to a review (does that
make sense) that was posted but I think it's totally lame to do that. To:
*ahem* Emma_Is_Way_Cool you must feel very strongly about Emma and that is
respectable, in a way, so I'm not going to bash you or anything. Just keep
on reading people! I don't really appreciate people telling me what to do
though. Two words: constructive criticism. Gosh this disclaimer is way
too long. Just keep reviewing or reading my lovely fans and I shall keep
bringing you some lovely spoonfuls of Degrassi entertainment! PS. My
writing has becoming different: I'm not writing in first person, it's now
third person omniscient meaning I'm writing about everyone and EVERYTHING
they're feeling. Sorry if I'm confusing you. NO MORE ME BEING EMMA, it's
just me being the writer. Thanks.
Toby went up to his room and sat on his bed. All these hateful thoughts were really filling him up and he didn't know how to get rid of them. He got out a pen and a paper and did something he had never done before. He wrote a poem.
You stole her right from under my nose
While I wasn't looking
You wooed her and made her fall in love
You're evil plot is cooking
You're end draws near though little man
I'll rip you shred to shred
Because Emma's mine and she's not yours
Craig, you will be dead
When Toby re-read this he was amazed. Never in his life had he ever written anything so hateful. He was going to rip it up but something deep inside of him stopped him. Something black and dark in the pit of all his feelings made him put it under his mattress where he could add to it anytime that he wanted. This was the beginning of a terrible end (AN: This is where children thirteen and under stop reading the story, sorry guys).
Toby cleaned off his glasses and lied on his bed, awaiting the new day to come where he fell into a dark sleep filled with nightmares (considered good to Toby now).
Emma was also at her house on her bed thinking of Craig. Yet, in such a different way than Toby it was almost humorous. She was going to break up with Sean tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow would be the day. At that she fell asleep and had pleasant dreams of her and Craig frolicking together in a field of endless flowers and romance.
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Sean was busy rummaging through his locker that he never heard Emma walking up to him and when she tapped him on the shoulder he jumped and hit his head on one of the shelves.
"Shit." Sean said rubbing the forming lump on his forehead. He turned around and smiled, disregarding the pain in his noggin.
"Oh, sorry Sean. I-I just wanted to talk to you about something." Emma bit her lip nervously. It was unnatural to have thoughts about a boy that isn't your boyfriend. Especially, very pleasurable thoughts.
Sean stopped rubbing the lump and looked at Emma very seriously. "Yeah?"
"I-I think, t-that well, I think we're kind of d-drawing to an end, you know? I-I just don't, I don't feel the way, I, the way I used to feel about you. You know what I'm saying right?" Emma could hardly even spit it out. She felt overpowered by guilt.
"Yeah, I understand Emma." A tear ran down his face where it lingered on his lips before dripping to the speckled linoleum floor.
"Are you alright?" Emma felt so bad but just then Craig appeared around the corner and looked at the two of them. Emma then began to cry as well.
"I'm so sorry, Sean." She ran around the corner past Craig who was obviously dumbstruck and looked at Sean who wasn't even moving.
Toby lingered in the darkness, the only shadow in the hallways of Degrassi Community School he watched and laughed inside at Sean's devastated stature and then he eyed Craig like he was the devil. This was all working out and Toby didn't even have to do anything. This was great.
END OF CHAPTER
This is getting really gothic, I'm sorry. If anyone has any problems with this or wants me to lighten up then just say so, I wanted it to be like sort of Buffy meets All My Children with the Degrassi characters gone wrong (or at least Toby anyway). Haha, well keep on trucking *ahem* I mean reading.
Toby went up to his room and sat on his bed. All these hateful thoughts were really filling him up and he didn't know how to get rid of them. He got out a pen and a paper and did something he had never done before. He wrote a poem.
You stole her right from under my nose
While I wasn't looking
You wooed her and made her fall in love
You're evil plot is cooking
You're end draws near though little man
I'll rip you shred to shred
Because Emma's mine and she's not yours
Craig, you will be dead
When Toby re-read this he was amazed. Never in his life had he ever written anything so hateful. He was going to rip it up but something deep inside of him stopped him. Something black and dark in the pit of all his feelings made him put it under his mattress where he could add to it anytime that he wanted. This was the beginning of a terrible end (AN: This is where children thirteen and under stop reading the story, sorry guys).
Toby cleaned off his glasses and lied on his bed, awaiting the new day to come where he fell into a dark sleep filled with nightmares (considered good to Toby now).
Emma was also at her house on her bed thinking of Craig. Yet, in such a different way than Toby it was almost humorous. She was going to break up with Sean tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow would be the day. At that she fell asleep and had pleasant dreams of her and Craig frolicking together in a field of endless flowers and romance.
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Sean was busy rummaging through his locker that he never heard Emma walking up to him and when she tapped him on the shoulder he jumped and hit his head on one of the shelves.
"Shit." Sean said rubbing the forming lump on his forehead. He turned around and smiled, disregarding the pain in his noggin.
"Oh, sorry Sean. I-I just wanted to talk to you about something." Emma bit her lip nervously. It was unnatural to have thoughts about a boy that isn't your boyfriend. Especially, very pleasurable thoughts.
Sean stopped rubbing the lump and looked at Emma very seriously. "Yeah?"
"I-I think, t-that well, I think we're kind of d-drawing to an end, you know? I-I just don't, I don't feel the way, I, the way I used to feel about you. You know what I'm saying right?" Emma could hardly even spit it out. She felt overpowered by guilt.
"Yeah, I understand Emma." A tear ran down his face where it lingered on his lips before dripping to the speckled linoleum floor.
"Are you alright?" Emma felt so bad but just then Craig appeared around the corner and looked at the two of them. Emma then began to cry as well.
"I'm so sorry, Sean." She ran around the corner past Craig who was obviously dumbstruck and looked at Sean who wasn't even moving.
Toby lingered in the darkness, the only shadow in the hallways of Degrassi Community School he watched and laughed inside at Sean's devastated stature and then he eyed Craig like he was the devil. This was all working out and Toby didn't even have to do anything. This was great.
END OF CHAPTER
This is getting really gothic, I'm sorry. If anyone has any problems with this or wants me to lighten up then just say so, I wanted it to be like sort of Buffy meets All My Children with the Degrassi characters gone wrong (or at least Toby anyway). Haha, well keep on trucking *ahem* I mean reading.
