You've probably already come across Mary Sue. She is universally adored by all the regular characters, and she's usually the child or lover of the author's favorite. She is the most beautiful creature to ever live. She always saves the day, or dies heroically in the attempt, causing even the most cold hearted of the other characters to cry. She either becomes a figure of authority, defies it at every turn, or manages to do both at the same time. She has a wide variety of talents, putting her above and beyond mere mortals, and she's often named after the author. In short, Mary Sue is what everyone wants to be, and no one actually is. (Taken without permission from: www.echelon.ca/aldowdall/ld/marysue.html)
To Hell with Good Intentions
~ Chapter One: Naissance ~
"Bugger, if I have to spend one more minute on this horrible yellow contraption, I swear I shall scream," said the delightful protagonist of this story, Lane Logan, drawing various stares and glares from her fellow passengers.
It was the first day school and she was on the bus. Lane Logan was using public transportation because she wasn't frigging special. Lane's parents/legal guardians had jobs. They couldn't get off work just to drive their bitch daughter to school. So on this Monday morning, she was just another teen using the easiest way to get to school.
She had only been on the bus for ten minutes and Lane was already pissed off. "Bugger, when the hell are we going to get to this damn school anyway? Do we have to go all the way around Canada?" Lane glared at the other kids, like it was somehow their fault she was stuck on the bus. Her fellow passengers shrank back in horror as the misfit girl's evil-eye ran over each and every one of them.
You see, Lane was a horrible, nasty person on the inside. She would push old ladies and kick kittens. The sinful lass would smoke at a hospital in the lung cancer ward and she would make fun of ugly and/or fat people. Often times she was thrown out of churches and libraries for her disrespectful behavior. But in all her perversion, Lane was a beautiful person on the outside. The only thing that ruined her wonderful features was her abnormal wish for world destruction and/or corruption.
Lane was a lanky girl with 15.75 years to her name. She had shit-brown eyes and Tri-Mohawks dyed maroon, black, and blue –the colors of her gang- going down the length of her head. The spiteful teen was wearing an old potato sack with the word 'I-DA-HO' printed across the front and 'FOR SALE' on the back.
She wore a black pleated skirt that her potato sack shirt completely covered; giving the impression that she wasn't wearing anything at all on her bottom. Lane had custom-made combat boots on her feet with the heels and toes tipped with steel. She carried around a faded yellow and blue umbrella. It was for protection from the sun. Lane never went out in the sun if she could help it. Therefore, her skin was a pasty white color and she bought bottles of Vitamin C by the bulk.
The sullen teen wore her makeup like war-paint. The area surrounding her eyes was black from the mascara she had colored on with an old paint brush. Lane had seven safety pins in each ears from when she had pierced them the week before. Her nail-polish (lime green) was chipping and she had several long nasty scars on her forearms.
The closest people would sit next to her on the bus was two seats down, preferably upwind. You see, Lane had a stench around her. If one dared to get close, they would see the pig dung she had smeared under her armpits. It was a daily tradition that she had upheld ever since she had moved to Canada one month ago. Why she did this, nobody really knew. But the fact remained, she smelled like pig dung and should therefore be avoided.
Thus, when Lane stood up in anger, the other passengers inched as far back in their seats as they could get. They had to get away from the smelly disgruntled girl.
"I swear Mr. Señor Bus Driver Man," she hollered. "If we don't get to this 'Degrassi' place soon, I really am going to scream."
Quite frankly, Lane would have rather walked to school. She walked everywhere saying, 'Cars are the Devil reincarnated'. The bitch didn't believe in cars. But because her house was twenty miles away, her parents/legal guardians had forced her to take the bus.
But just because she had to ride it, that didn't mean she was going to enjoy it. The yellow dung-mobile was filthy, it bounced around a lot, and it a smelled like rotten eggs. It was a lot like Lane in fact, who might have enjoyed something familiar if she hadn't been in such a foul mood. Thus, she had stood up and had loudly conveyed her opinion, because Lane couldn't take the bus ride any longer.
The whorish bitch frowned. "If you think I'm joking, think again. I'm loud and obnoxious and when I yell, it's a god-awful sound that's _always_ out of tune." She waved her closed umbrella at the other passengers.
The bus driver, an elderly man who went by the name of Frank Ardagna didn't know what to do. He glanced up at the mirror. The deranged girl was standing in the middle of the aisle. If his boss were to catch a sight of this, he would be fired in a flash. The kids were supposed to sit in the seats. But this bitch didn't look like she was about to sit down anytime soon. She looked serious. And Frank could smell the wench from up in the front of the bus, and she was at least seven rows back.
You see, he had never dealt with a Mary Sue before, let alone a bitchy Mary Sue. They were all driven to school by their unemployed parents, or walked because they lived, 'just around that corner, yonder'. Frank put his foot down on the gas pedal as an effort to speed up. The faster they got to school, the faster that bitch would be off his bus.
Lane plopped down into her seat with a loud 'harrumph'. She was used to getting a 'yes ser' with what ever she commanded, but she was going to let this one slide. "Stupid wanker can't even give a yes ser, no ser," she muttered to herself. "Too early in the morning. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Canada. Frigging Canada."
Lane continued with her mad ramblings until she noticed a guy was staring at her. He was in the seat in front of her, turned around so he could get a good look at the Mohawked Mary Sue. He must have gotten on the bus when she wasn't looking. The strange thing was the guy didn't seem to mind the smell that was radiating from Lane.
She scowled. "What yer name punk?"
"Why?" the guy asked.
"So I know what an idiot looks like, der!" Lane made a face. The bitch had disliked the other teen immediately. For one thing, still hadn't answered her question. The other thing was he wore his blue baseball cap backwards. Lane absolutely despised jerks that put their hats on the wrong way. It defeated the point of wearing a hat, and it made the person wearing the offensive object look like an idiot. She wanted to smack the punk but she restrained herself, using the 'it's too early' speech again.
Five minutes later the guy was still looking at her. Lane sneered. "What you gawking at, punk?"
He grinned. "A freak with a beak."
The Mohawked Mary Sue's eyes narrowed. "Are you deriding my outlandishly elongated snoop?" She sometimes liked to use big obscure words to confuse people.
The punk frowned. "What? What's a snoop?"
She glared at the self-proclaimed moron. "My snoop. My poke. My nose! Any of these words making sense to you kid? Cuz if need be," Lane paused and started to rummage through her bag. She found what she was looking for and waved the object in front of the other teen's face. "I have this dictionary/thesaurus. It's pretty big. When I hit you over the head, I'll be sure to knock some sense into you."
The punk stuck his tongue out at the malicious wench but turned back around to face the front. It looked like Lane had won. She smirked at her evil ways and congratulated herself for being such a nasty bitch.
Suddenly, the guy turned around again with a squirt-gun in his hand.
Lane's face went blank. "You wouldn't," she said in a hushed whisper. Her face contorted in anger. "If you knew what was good for you, you wouldn't dare try it punk." Her hand was slowly inching towards the dictionary/thesaurus she had stashed in her bag only moments ago.
The punk looked undecided. It was like he didn't know if he really wanted to go through with the act.
The Mohawked Mary Sue's eyes squinted as she licked her dried and cracked lips. Her hand had made contact with the informational book. Her bony fingers slowly wrapped around the binding.
It was a showdown. Who was going to be able to move the quickest? Lane could move fast when she wanted to, but this punk looked like he meant business.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the bus was approaching turn. The bitch-whore made her decision. She pointed, "Look, look! A distraction!" And she swung the book at the other teen. The punk didn't fall for it though.
Instead, he pulled the trigger.
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I own naught of Degrassi. Lane is a character that came out of my twisted mind, not yours, so no stealing! And I apologize for poor grammer, spelling errors, or anything that doesn't quite make sense to you. Politely point it out to me and I'll change it.
In my opinion, all fanfictions ever written contains OOCness. What happens in a fanfic doesn't actually happen on the show/book/movie/etc. So you REALLY don't know if that is how the original characters would react, or the situations it would bring about. So don't yell at me for my Degrassi characters being blatantly OOC, because I can turn that argument around on you.
To Hell with Good Intentions
~ Chapter One: Naissance ~
"Bugger, if I have to spend one more minute on this horrible yellow contraption, I swear I shall scream," said the delightful protagonist of this story, Lane Logan, drawing various stares and glares from her fellow passengers.
It was the first day school and she was on the bus. Lane Logan was using public transportation because she wasn't frigging special. Lane's parents/legal guardians had jobs. They couldn't get off work just to drive their bitch daughter to school. So on this Monday morning, she was just another teen using the easiest way to get to school.
She had only been on the bus for ten minutes and Lane was already pissed off. "Bugger, when the hell are we going to get to this damn school anyway? Do we have to go all the way around Canada?" Lane glared at the other kids, like it was somehow their fault she was stuck on the bus. Her fellow passengers shrank back in horror as the misfit girl's evil-eye ran over each and every one of them.
You see, Lane was a horrible, nasty person on the inside. She would push old ladies and kick kittens. The sinful lass would smoke at a hospital in the lung cancer ward and she would make fun of ugly and/or fat people. Often times she was thrown out of churches and libraries for her disrespectful behavior. But in all her perversion, Lane was a beautiful person on the outside. The only thing that ruined her wonderful features was her abnormal wish for world destruction and/or corruption.
Lane was a lanky girl with 15.75 years to her name. She had shit-brown eyes and Tri-Mohawks dyed maroon, black, and blue –the colors of her gang- going down the length of her head. The spiteful teen was wearing an old potato sack with the word 'I-DA-HO' printed across the front and 'FOR SALE' on the back.
She wore a black pleated skirt that her potato sack shirt completely covered; giving the impression that she wasn't wearing anything at all on her bottom. Lane had custom-made combat boots on her feet with the heels and toes tipped with steel. She carried around a faded yellow and blue umbrella. It was for protection from the sun. Lane never went out in the sun if she could help it. Therefore, her skin was a pasty white color and she bought bottles of Vitamin C by the bulk.
The sullen teen wore her makeup like war-paint. The area surrounding her eyes was black from the mascara she had colored on with an old paint brush. Lane had seven safety pins in each ears from when she had pierced them the week before. Her nail-polish (lime green) was chipping and she had several long nasty scars on her forearms.
The closest people would sit next to her on the bus was two seats down, preferably upwind. You see, Lane had a stench around her. If one dared to get close, they would see the pig dung she had smeared under her armpits. It was a daily tradition that she had upheld ever since she had moved to Canada one month ago. Why she did this, nobody really knew. But the fact remained, she smelled like pig dung and should therefore be avoided.
Thus, when Lane stood up in anger, the other passengers inched as far back in their seats as they could get. They had to get away from the smelly disgruntled girl.
"I swear Mr. Señor Bus Driver Man," she hollered. "If we don't get to this 'Degrassi' place soon, I really am going to scream."
Quite frankly, Lane would have rather walked to school. She walked everywhere saying, 'Cars are the Devil reincarnated'. The bitch didn't believe in cars. But because her house was twenty miles away, her parents/legal guardians had forced her to take the bus.
But just because she had to ride it, that didn't mean she was going to enjoy it. The yellow dung-mobile was filthy, it bounced around a lot, and it a smelled like rotten eggs. It was a lot like Lane in fact, who might have enjoyed something familiar if she hadn't been in such a foul mood. Thus, she had stood up and had loudly conveyed her opinion, because Lane couldn't take the bus ride any longer.
The whorish bitch frowned. "If you think I'm joking, think again. I'm loud and obnoxious and when I yell, it's a god-awful sound that's _always_ out of tune." She waved her closed umbrella at the other passengers.
The bus driver, an elderly man who went by the name of Frank Ardagna didn't know what to do. He glanced up at the mirror. The deranged girl was standing in the middle of the aisle. If his boss were to catch a sight of this, he would be fired in a flash. The kids were supposed to sit in the seats. But this bitch didn't look like she was about to sit down anytime soon. She looked serious. And Frank could smell the wench from up in the front of the bus, and she was at least seven rows back.
You see, he had never dealt with a Mary Sue before, let alone a bitchy Mary Sue. They were all driven to school by their unemployed parents, or walked because they lived, 'just around that corner, yonder'. Frank put his foot down on the gas pedal as an effort to speed up. The faster they got to school, the faster that bitch would be off his bus.
Lane plopped down into her seat with a loud 'harrumph'. She was used to getting a 'yes ser' with what ever she commanded, but she was going to let this one slide. "Stupid wanker can't even give a yes ser, no ser," she muttered to herself. "Too early in the morning. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Canada. Frigging Canada."
Lane continued with her mad ramblings until she noticed a guy was staring at her. He was in the seat in front of her, turned around so he could get a good look at the Mohawked Mary Sue. He must have gotten on the bus when she wasn't looking. The strange thing was the guy didn't seem to mind the smell that was radiating from Lane.
She scowled. "What yer name punk?"
"Why?" the guy asked.
"So I know what an idiot looks like, der!" Lane made a face. The bitch had disliked the other teen immediately. For one thing, still hadn't answered her question. The other thing was he wore his blue baseball cap backwards. Lane absolutely despised jerks that put their hats on the wrong way. It defeated the point of wearing a hat, and it made the person wearing the offensive object look like an idiot. She wanted to smack the punk but she restrained herself, using the 'it's too early' speech again.
Five minutes later the guy was still looking at her. Lane sneered. "What you gawking at, punk?"
He grinned. "A freak with a beak."
The Mohawked Mary Sue's eyes narrowed. "Are you deriding my outlandishly elongated snoop?" She sometimes liked to use big obscure words to confuse people.
The punk frowned. "What? What's a snoop?"
She glared at the self-proclaimed moron. "My snoop. My poke. My nose! Any of these words making sense to you kid? Cuz if need be," Lane paused and started to rummage through her bag. She found what she was looking for and waved the object in front of the other teen's face. "I have this dictionary/thesaurus. It's pretty big. When I hit you over the head, I'll be sure to knock some sense into you."
The punk stuck his tongue out at the malicious wench but turned back around to face the front. It looked like Lane had won. She smirked at her evil ways and congratulated herself for being such a nasty bitch.
Suddenly, the guy turned around again with a squirt-gun in his hand.
Lane's face went blank. "You wouldn't," she said in a hushed whisper. Her face contorted in anger. "If you knew what was good for you, you wouldn't dare try it punk." Her hand was slowly inching towards the dictionary/thesaurus she had stashed in her bag only moments ago.
The punk looked undecided. It was like he didn't know if he really wanted to go through with the act.
The Mohawked Mary Sue's eyes squinted as she licked her dried and cracked lips. Her hand had made contact with the informational book. Her bony fingers slowly wrapped around the binding.
It was a showdown. Who was going to be able to move the quickest? Lane could move fast when she wanted to, but this punk looked like he meant business.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the bus was approaching turn. The bitch-whore made her decision. She pointed, "Look, look! A distraction!" And she swung the book at the other teen. The punk didn't fall for it though.
Instead, he pulled the trigger.
~~~~
I own naught of Degrassi. Lane is a character that came out of my twisted mind, not yours, so no stealing! And I apologize for poor grammer, spelling errors, or anything that doesn't quite make sense to you. Politely point it out to me and I'll change it.
In my opinion, all fanfictions ever written contains OOCness. What happens in a fanfic doesn't actually happen on the show/book/movie/etc. So you REALLY don't know if that is how the original characters would react, or the situations it would bring about. So don't yell at me for my Degrassi characters being blatantly OOC, because I can turn that argument around on you.
