OMG!!!!! That last chapter really sucked!!!! I used the one phrase 2x!!!!
Plus, it seemed so long for me but it was really short. I guess that's
because I typed it in more than 1 day.
Well...
Shout outs to everyone that has reviewed so far!!!!I love you!!!
Lillinfields
Rena Lupin
Malfoy-chik
Schmootzie Poo
The Blood Ringed Moon
SunGoddess1
Malfoy-chik (again)
Lillinfields (also again)
Guardian of Dreams
Rena Lupin (again)
Lillinfields (again)
Rena Lupin (still again)
The Blood Ringed Moon (again)
I hope I didn't forget anybody!
If you wanna see your name in lights, review! (Okay, so there not exactly lights...)
Disclaimer: I own nuttin, so don't sue me.
Oh yeah, this chapter is a lot like the video for Perfect...
~*~
*And now I try hard to make it, I just wanna make you-proud*
[One week has passed. Not muched has changed over the past few weeks, now that I think about it. Father is still very angry. He goes to work early in the morning and returns late at night. At home, all he does is drink, yell at me for being a healer, drink some more, yell for me to get him another drink, drink more, call me a useless loser, and then drink more. Then, it starts all over again.]
[My days could be a lot worse. Mother is not nearly as bad as Father, but still, she doesn't completely forgive me for being a healer.]
"Draco, I'm going food shopping," she called from the bottom of the stairs. "While I'm gone, could you clean your room, do the laundry, do the dishes, mop the hardwood florrs, vacuum the carpets, and study for your exam?"
[Sheesh. I'm only human. You know, as I think about it, she expects way to much of me. --Mocking Voice-Clean your room, wash the dishes, blah blah blah. Well you know what? I'm not gonna. I don't care if I get in trouble. I'm beyond that stage. I just want revenge. Hm...where should I start.?]
*I'm never gonna be good enough for you*
Draco looked all around his room. Normally, it was clean, but he was confined to it for a week and in a very bad mood, so he had not bothered to clean it up.
[How should I start?]
He glanced around the room, looking for things to destroy it with.
[Of course, if I don't find anything, I can wreck it with my wand. But that won't be nearly as fun.]
*I can't pretend that I'm all right. And you can't change me*
Suddenly, his eyes layed on his baseball bat. He had hit a homerun when he played t-ball at the age of 5 with it. That had been one of the proudest moments of his life. Now, he was so miserable, he couldn't remember what it felt like to laugh and smile and have a good time. All he knew was he wasnted to grab that bat and crush everything in this pureblood house to tiny, little, bite-size pieces.
So he grabbed the bat. He closed his eyes, and swung with all his might. Just swung. Hit whatever he could reach. He had never felt so angry in his whole life. All he felt was wanting to destroy the room.
This went on for about 15 minutes, until there was nothing left to smash.
*Cause we lost it all. Nothing lasts forever.*
[Now what?]
He thought and thought, but finally decided on one thing.
[My family doesn't understand me. They want me to be perfect. Like some sort of robot. Well, I'm sorry, but I'm me. Not the stereotyped pureblood they want me to be. I'll have to run away.]
So he gathered important things in a suitcase. Food, clothes, blankets, water, money, toilet paper, and of course his wand. Then, he made a rope out of ties, extension cords, curtain pulls, whatever he could find. He tied it to the window and got ready to climb.
[Wait. They probably won't notice I'm gone. I have to leave my mark to show them I'm my own person, not the person they want me to be.]
*I'm sorry I cant be P.E.R.F.E.C.T*
He looked around the room until he saw his beat-up desk. Lying on the desk was a black sharpie. He smiled.
[The perfect idea. I am such a genious. They'll never forget this.]
He stood on his bed to reach the only large blank area of his wall. He took the sharpie in wrote, in big, black, letters, "I'm sorry I can't be perfect!!!!!!!!!!" and underlined it 5 times.
*Now it's just too late.*
Next, he dropped his suitcase out the window, and climbed on his fake rope after it.
Then he ran.
He didn't know where he wanted to go, or how long he would be gone.
*And we can't go back*
All he knew was that he wanted to be far away from that house of torture as he could.
He ran the fastest he'd ever ran in his whole life, the suitcase flying behind him.
He hated that house and wanted to leave.
*I'm sorry*
He did the right thing and
*I can't be*
Ran.
*P.E.R.F.E.C.T*
~*~
Well, what do you think??
Yes, I know it's exactly like the video, but it's so much more interesting then what I had originally planned.
Review!!!!!!
Ta-ta,
SillyGurl123
P.S. Does anybody know who do make it italic and bold?
Well...
Shout outs to everyone that has reviewed so far!!!!I love you!!!
Lillinfields
Rena Lupin
Malfoy-chik
Schmootzie Poo
The Blood Ringed Moon
SunGoddess1
Malfoy-chik (again)
Lillinfields (also again)
Guardian of Dreams
Rena Lupin (again)
Lillinfields (again)
Rena Lupin (still again)
The Blood Ringed Moon (again)
I hope I didn't forget anybody!
If you wanna see your name in lights, review! (Okay, so there not exactly lights...)
Disclaimer: I own nuttin, so don't sue me.
Oh yeah, this chapter is a lot like the video for Perfect...
~*~
*And now I try hard to make it, I just wanna make you-proud*
[One week has passed. Not muched has changed over the past few weeks, now that I think about it. Father is still very angry. He goes to work early in the morning and returns late at night. At home, all he does is drink, yell at me for being a healer, drink some more, yell for me to get him another drink, drink more, call me a useless loser, and then drink more. Then, it starts all over again.]
[My days could be a lot worse. Mother is not nearly as bad as Father, but still, she doesn't completely forgive me for being a healer.]
"Draco, I'm going food shopping," she called from the bottom of the stairs. "While I'm gone, could you clean your room, do the laundry, do the dishes, mop the hardwood florrs, vacuum the carpets, and study for your exam?"
[Sheesh. I'm only human. You know, as I think about it, she expects way to much of me. --Mocking Voice-Clean your room, wash the dishes, blah blah blah. Well you know what? I'm not gonna. I don't care if I get in trouble. I'm beyond that stage. I just want revenge. Hm...where should I start.?]
*I'm never gonna be good enough for you*
Draco looked all around his room. Normally, it was clean, but he was confined to it for a week and in a very bad mood, so he had not bothered to clean it up.
[How should I start?]
He glanced around the room, looking for things to destroy it with.
[Of course, if I don't find anything, I can wreck it with my wand. But that won't be nearly as fun.]
*I can't pretend that I'm all right. And you can't change me*
Suddenly, his eyes layed on his baseball bat. He had hit a homerun when he played t-ball at the age of 5 with it. That had been one of the proudest moments of his life. Now, he was so miserable, he couldn't remember what it felt like to laugh and smile and have a good time. All he knew was he wasnted to grab that bat and crush everything in this pureblood house to tiny, little, bite-size pieces.
So he grabbed the bat. He closed his eyes, and swung with all his might. Just swung. Hit whatever he could reach. He had never felt so angry in his whole life. All he felt was wanting to destroy the room.
This went on for about 15 minutes, until there was nothing left to smash.
*Cause we lost it all. Nothing lasts forever.*
[Now what?]
He thought and thought, but finally decided on one thing.
[My family doesn't understand me. They want me to be perfect. Like some sort of robot. Well, I'm sorry, but I'm me. Not the stereotyped pureblood they want me to be. I'll have to run away.]
So he gathered important things in a suitcase. Food, clothes, blankets, water, money, toilet paper, and of course his wand. Then, he made a rope out of ties, extension cords, curtain pulls, whatever he could find. He tied it to the window and got ready to climb.
[Wait. They probably won't notice I'm gone. I have to leave my mark to show them I'm my own person, not the person they want me to be.]
*I'm sorry I cant be P.E.R.F.E.C.T*
He looked around the room until he saw his beat-up desk. Lying on the desk was a black sharpie. He smiled.
[The perfect idea. I am such a genious. They'll never forget this.]
He stood on his bed to reach the only large blank area of his wall. He took the sharpie in wrote, in big, black, letters, "I'm sorry I can't be perfect!!!!!!!!!!" and underlined it 5 times.
*Now it's just too late.*
Next, he dropped his suitcase out the window, and climbed on his fake rope after it.
Then he ran.
He didn't know where he wanted to go, or how long he would be gone.
*And we can't go back*
All he knew was that he wanted to be far away from that house of torture as he could.
He ran the fastest he'd ever ran in his whole life, the suitcase flying behind him.
He hated that house and wanted to leave.
*I'm sorry*
He did the right thing and
*I can't be*
Ran.
*P.E.R.F.E.C.T*
~*~
Well, what do you think??
Yes, I know it's exactly like the video, but it's so much more interesting then what I had originally planned.
Review!!!!!!
Ta-ta,
SillyGurl123
P.S. Does anybody know who do make it italic and bold?