Hey second chappie and its still short. Sorry for the slow beginning, it
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AND REVIEW- both of my stories and they will be updated sooner.
And I still own the Labyrinth, no amount of atistatic pumping through my veins could convince me other wise.
If one were to be standing anywhere on College Valley lane, they would be able to hear, quiet clearly, the insane blare of music. Alternative Rock, could be heard throughout the whole street, and it was driving the residence crazy. What happened to their 'cozy, old fashioned' development? As various people stuck their heads out there windows, it became clear that the source of this 'disturbance' came from the newly sold house. The one that was sold to the 'yankees.' Now there are plenty of things that get on these peoples nerves, just about everything in fact, but northern ranked high. They were the mortal enemy's, for in the south they are still fighting the civil war.(literally, they have reenactments every month. These people are crazy and I have the misfortune of living near them.) Inside the house, of which the disturbance was located, was a teenage girl. Dressed in black baggy pants that had chains hanging off of them at irregular intervals. Her shirt was blood red the long sleeves ended just above her knuckles. Her hair, naturally white, had been dyed black with red tips. Her nails donned black polish, eyes' heavily outlined in black. Her overall appearance screamed 'Goth.' Oblivious, well not quiet, to the disturbance she was causing she put the music up another notch and started to sing along with the band.
'Lazy gun messed up my television, yeah
you get no younger from those colors in your hair,
you teach your kids how their all young enough to fight,
you talk about the answer tell them their alright,
Change nothing, futures in close the door
Where at night, be the same
Take some more
Lazy gun messed up my television fun
Shot the shot gun but the war is never won
Whos the end who sucking all my sun
I'm the only one left now you've taken all my fun
Change nothing, futures in close the door
Where at night, be the same
Take some more
Change nothing, futures in close the door'
-Jet 'lazy gun'
As the song drew to a close the young girl flopped back onto her bed. She had just moved here from New York and was not happy about it. She had, had good friends their and had a stable life. Now here she was in a strange place, with no connections, and was now with out a supplier. What was she supposed to do? Go out and meet people like her rents had suggested? 'Right, I get right on that one.' She thought sarcastically. Flipping off the bed she walked over to her window. She was on the third floor, with no trees near her window. 'Oh, great how am I supposed to get out know?.' Christa had never been one to listen to her parents. She had always went out at night with her friends, gotten high, then gone home. In New York she was able to get out of her apartment from the fire escape. Now? Now she didn't know what shed do. Sighing she layed back on her bed and tried to think of a plane, as she watched the sun set.
And I still own the Labyrinth, no amount of atistatic pumping through my veins could convince me other wise.
If one were to be standing anywhere on College Valley lane, they would be able to hear, quiet clearly, the insane blare of music. Alternative Rock, could be heard throughout the whole street, and it was driving the residence crazy. What happened to their 'cozy, old fashioned' development? As various people stuck their heads out there windows, it became clear that the source of this 'disturbance' came from the newly sold house. The one that was sold to the 'yankees.' Now there are plenty of things that get on these peoples nerves, just about everything in fact, but northern ranked high. They were the mortal enemy's, for in the south they are still fighting the civil war.(literally, they have reenactments every month. These people are crazy and I have the misfortune of living near them.) Inside the house, of which the disturbance was located, was a teenage girl. Dressed in black baggy pants that had chains hanging off of them at irregular intervals. Her shirt was blood red the long sleeves ended just above her knuckles. Her hair, naturally white, had been dyed black with red tips. Her nails donned black polish, eyes' heavily outlined in black. Her overall appearance screamed 'Goth.' Oblivious, well not quiet, to the disturbance she was causing she put the music up another notch and started to sing along with the band.
'Lazy gun messed up my television, yeah
you get no younger from those colors in your hair,
you teach your kids how their all young enough to fight,
you talk about the answer tell them their alright,
Change nothing, futures in close the door
Where at night, be the same
Take some more
Lazy gun messed up my television fun
Shot the shot gun but the war is never won
Whos the end who sucking all my sun
I'm the only one left now you've taken all my fun
Change nothing, futures in close the door
Where at night, be the same
Take some more
Change nothing, futures in close the door'
-Jet 'lazy gun'
As the song drew to a close the young girl flopped back onto her bed. She had just moved here from New York and was not happy about it. She had, had good friends their and had a stable life. Now here she was in a strange place, with no connections, and was now with out a supplier. What was she supposed to do? Go out and meet people like her rents had suggested? 'Right, I get right on that one.' She thought sarcastically. Flipping off the bed she walked over to her window. She was on the third floor, with no trees near her window. 'Oh, great how am I supposed to get out know?.' Christa had never been one to listen to her parents. She had always went out at night with her friends, gotten high, then gone home. In New York she was able to get out of her apartment from the fire escape. Now? Now she didn't know what shed do. Sighing she layed back on her bed and tried to think of a plane, as she watched the sun set.