Dude! I need to write!
Sorry I took awhile to update. I've been laaaaaazy. Plus I've been working
on Starseed. You guys HAVE been reading Starseed, haven't you?
Thanks to:
Drowchild:
ZerMaSuTi: Yeah I was thinking the Katrina whore would get poor Pitty into
drugs and stuff. Sort of predictable I guess...but eh he! I think I have an
idea for PLOT TWISTING!!!
Ophelia Hoss: Dude Pit's your fav? Very cool. Poor Armpit, I really think
he needs more recognition ::sob::
Skye: YES THIS TOPIC IS AN EXCELLENT ONE TO ADDRESS!! Man power to the fat
people like ME! We totally rock! Okay I guess I'm not like Pitty fat but I
have been teased a few times. ::tear::
sixstars: I know! Armpit's just such a sweet guy! Well at least I'm making
him a complete sweetie. I think he was really nice before CGL and it
toughened him up. Poor guuuuy!
Marie- Adelaide (pen name: Tabitha): You were very helpful! *rolls eyes*
Dude I think there's a classics section. If you don't care about Holes
don't read. Well don't read MY fic at least. I only like reviews taht mean
something! ~_~
Quiet one: Yes it is interesting! And it will soon get veeeeeeery
interesting *evil grin like Calvin*
Eh, Man: Yeah Katrina is a slut! I hate her! She's like the popular people
at my school! Ewwy! *sticks tongue out at popular people* NYAH! YOU SUCK!
Well I mean the popular people, not you, Man. And you're right about poor
Pitty...I've got a lot in store for him *evil grin*
Satan's Apprentice: Yeah that first chapter was a lead-in. Oh, and about
the name-lol I was just wondering. Very odd how we end up with the same
names! lol
And finally, time to write!
Ah. Also, I am sure what I am writing in this fic is not the real reason
why Pits got sent to CGL. But it's fanfiction. Hence the FICTION.
Peace, Tink
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It was the end of lunch. Katrina took me down a dark hallway, far away from the lunchroom. I knew where we were going, though. I've explored the school a ton of time- I need a place to get away from all the name-calling and threats. It gets on my nerves.
We were going to the janitor's closet.
Most schools have a very open janitor's closet, and everyone knows where it is. My school, however, has a closet in the way back of the school on the top floor. Hardly anyone knew where it was.except for me and Katrina (obviously), and a few math dweebs. They'd go up there sometimes and work on mathematical shit. How fun.
Finally we reached it, and Katrina pulled me in.
"Sit," she said.
I sat.
"Now, you need an initiation into our clan. It's sort of a process, every new member goes through it," she explained. "You might not have to go through every step, but whatever. This isn't just a clique, you know," she stared at me. "There are three essential processes and two extra. The more you go through, the higher you are placed."
I felt like I was joining a cult or something. I simply nodded.
"Ok," she said. "First the questioning."
I wondered what she meant by that, but I found out soon enough.
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"Have you ever done drugs?"
"No,"
"Prepare to start," she smirked. "Stolen anything?"
I shook my head.
"The-o-dore's too good for that is he?" she cooed. "Well you'll be beneath it soon enough."
I grimaced. Katrina's a sure piece of work, and she doesn't make any sense either. I mean one day she hates me. The next day she still hates me but she wants me to be part of her group.
One word that I hated because it was so preppy flew across my mind.- whatever-.
"Have you ever had your heart broken?"
"Do I have to answer that one?" It was the first time I spoke for awhile.
"Mm-hmm," she said stubbornly. "And this is all going on record, too."
"Record?" I asked, shocked. "What the hell?"
She smiled and pulled a tape recorder from behind her back.
My mouth dropped open.
"Well, now I also know if you cuss," she said smugly. "Good. I like a foul mouth."
I didn't want to know what this was supposed to mean.
"Now. I really want to get into the deep stuff, dig (a/n ha ha, dig. Dig it uh oh oh.I'll stop now. Keep reading) inside your soul," she said. "Can you handle that?"
I shrugged.
"Members don't keep secrets from each other," she said. "If you want to keep secrets, you can leave."
You don't know how many times I've thought about that, hun.
But I mean, I didn't have any friends. Katrina seems like the only person who would decide to do something even remote to accepting me.
I looked at my watch. I was missing seventh period. Stupid Theodore. Cutting school for a girl who doesn't even like you.
Or does she?
I took deep breath. "OK," I said. "Let's do it."
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She interrogated me for the rest of the period. Fifty minutes of pure torture, and spilling my guts about everything- my dad leaving me, what I felt about sex, my policy towards war, just-everything!
I breathed a sigh of relief when she said, "Ok, T, it's over. You did iight," she smiled.
I nodded and ran out.
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A/N Hey! Finally done! I planned Chapter 4- it's gonna be sort of sad. On drugs. Oh joy. But see I think this needs to be done- plus it's interesting to try my hand at some more adult issues. Peace and love, Tink
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It was the end of lunch. Katrina took me down a dark hallway, far away from the lunchroom. I knew where we were going, though. I've explored the school a ton of time- I need a place to get away from all the name-calling and threats. It gets on my nerves.
We were going to the janitor's closet.
Most schools have a very open janitor's closet, and everyone knows where it is. My school, however, has a closet in the way back of the school on the top floor. Hardly anyone knew where it was.except for me and Katrina (obviously), and a few math dweebs. They'd go up there sometimes and work on mathematical shit. How fun.
Finally we reached it, and Katrina pulled me in.
"Sit," she said.
I sat.
"Now, you need an initiation into our clan. It's sort of a process, every new member goes through it," she explained. "You might not have to go through every step, but whatever. This isn't just a clique, you know," she stared at me. "There are three essential processes and two extra. The more you go through, the higher you are placed."
I felt like I was joining a cult or something. I simply nodded.
"Ok," she said. "First the questioning."
I wondered what she meant by that, but I found out soon enough.
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"Have you ever done drugs?"
"No,"
"Prepare to start," she smirked. "Stolen anything?"
I shook my head.
"The-o-dore's too good for that is he?" she cooed. "Well you'll be beneath it soon enough."
I grimaced. Katrina's a sure piece of work, and she doesn't make any sense either. I mean one day she hates me. The next day she still hates me but she wants me to be part of her group.
One word that I hated because it was so preppy flew across my mind.- whatever-.
"Have you ever had your heart broken?"
"Do I have to answer that one?" It was the first time I spoke for awhile.
"Mm-hmm," she said stubbornly. "And this is all going on record, too."
"Record?" I asked, shocked. "What the hell?"
She smiled and pulled a tape recorder from behind her back.
My mouth dropped open.
"Well, now I also know if you cuss," she said smugly. "Good. I like a foul mouth."
I didn't want to know what this was supposed to mean.
"Now. I really want to get into the deep stuff, dig (a/n ha ha, dig. Dig it uh oh oh.I'll stop now. Keep reading) inside your soul," she said. "Can you handle that?"
I shrugged.
"Members don't keep secrets from each other," she said. "If you want to keep secrets, you can leave."
You don't know how many times I've thought about that, hun.
But I mean, I didn't have any friends. Katrina seems like the only person who would decide to do something even remote to accepting me.
I looked at my watch. I was missing seventh period. Stupid Theodore. Cutting school for a girl who doesn't even like you.
Or does she?
I took deep breath. "OK," I said. "Let's do it."
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She interrogated me for the rest of the period. Fifty minutes of pure torture, and spilling my guts about everything- my dad leaving me, what I felt about sex, my policy towards war, just-everything!
I breathed a sigh of relief when she said, "Ok, T, it's over. You did iight," she smiled.
I nodded and ran out.
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A/N Hey! Finally done! I planned Chapter 4- it's gonna be sort of sad. On drugs. Oh joy. But see I think this needs to be done- plus it's interesting to try my hand at some more adult issues. Peace and love, Tink
