Outsider chapter three:
Hello!!!!!!!! Sorry I haven't updated anything in a while, but I just got back from a two and a half week vacation in America, + the bastard slave- drivers called school teachers have been giving us WAYYYYY too much homework in preperation for the KeyStage3 SATS.....boring! on top of that, I've been working on my own book (sometimes I am WAY too ambitious for my own good.....) well, anyway, sos I haven't updated in so long! Please keep reviewing! (I sooooo need a beta reader!)
Choice two: "ha. Yea right, as if blonde! Fuck u and your stupid little 'Dunkle Engel' gang. I don't need your approval. Oh, and one word of advice: Drop the little clone."
"ha. Yea right, as if blonde! Fuck u and your stupid little 'Dunkle Engel' gang. I don't need your approval. Oh, and one word of advice: Drop the little clone." You advise the shocked and furious-looking Dorothy, flipping her off before turning round, smirking, and storming off in the opposite direction, ignoring the furious spluttering, ranting and muttered cursed behind you, going in serch of your form room, M1.
Twenty minits later, you are beginning to regret ditching the dumb blond before getting directions off of her or the mini clone, Hildi.
"stupid...fucking...English....school.....fucking.....bastards.....need a stupid fucking map to get around the place" you angrily mutter and rant, not looking where you are going.
*Crash*
"ouch! Shit! Watch where your going, bastard" you growl, pushing yourself up from the floor, dusting off your skirt.
"hey, you bumped in ta me, bitch! Hey, you must be the girl So told me about!" the figure you knocked over exclaimed, picking himself up off of the floor.
"who?" you ask warely, looking the guy over once.
He appeared to be about your age, maybe a little older. He had vivid, violet eyes and a long, butt-length chestnut braid. He wore baggy, ripped black jeans, a black and red, tight ripped top, silver chains, a silver lip ring, silver earrings and safety pins on one ear, and a long black leather trench coat with 'don't fuck with Shinigami' and ' shinigami' written on the back with crossed sythes.
He kinda reminded you of.....
"Solo, my brother. He told me he meet a new goth/ punk kid eairler; with an attitude too." he explained
"kid? Who are you calling kid, asshole? And what the fuck did he mean: goth/ punk?! I AM ME! And what the fuck is it to you, anyway?" you rant, causing him to smirk.
"temper, temper! I can see why So liked you. The name's Duo, Duo Maxwell. Also known as Shinigami. You are?"
"I'm _____, not that it's any of your business."
"well, _____, you are so gonna fit in around here! So told me you were in my class, why don't I show you the way?" Duo asked.
"yea, sure, why not?" you agree.
"after you, m'lady" Duo bows deeply, offering you his arm.
Rolling your eyes and smirking, you take his arm, thwapping him upside the head, allowing him to lead the way.
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Hello!!!!!!!! Sorry I haven't updated anything in a while, but I just got back from a two and a half week vacation in America, + the bastard slave- drivers called school teachers have been giving us WAYYYYY too much homework in preperation for the KeyStage3 SATS.....boring! on top of that, I've been working on my own book (sometimes I am WAY too ambitious for my own good.....) well, anyway, sos I haven't updated in so long! Please keep reviewing! (I sooooo need a beta reader!)
Choice two: "ha. Yea right, as if blonde! Fuck u and your stupid little 'Dunkle Engel' gang. I don't need your approval. Oh, and one word of advice: Drop the little clone."
"ha. Yea right, as if blonde! Fuck u and your stupid little 'Dunkle Engel' gang. I don't need your approval. Oh, and one word of advice: Drop the little clone." You advise the shocked and furious-looking Dorothy, flipping her off before turning round, smirking, and storming off in the opposite direction, ignoring the furious spluttering, ranting and muttered cursed behind you, going in serch of your form room, M1.
Twenty minits later, you are beginning to regret ditching the dumb blond before getting directions off of her or the mini clone, Hildi.
"stupid...fucking...English....school.....fucking.....bastards.....need a stupid fucking map to get around the place" you angrily mutter and rant, not looking where you are going.
*Crash*
"ouch! Shit! Watch where your going, bastard" you growl, pushing yourself up from the floor, dusting off your skirt.
"hey, you bumped in ta me, bitch! Hey, you must be the girl So told me about!" the figure you knocked over exclaimed, picking himself up off of the floor.
"who?" you ask warely, looking the guy over once.
He appeared to be about your age, maybe a little older. He had vivid, violet eyes and a long, butt-length chestnut braid. He wore baggy, ripped black jeans, a black and red, tight ripped top, silver chains, a silver lip ring, silver earrings and safety pins on one ear, and a long black leather trench coat with 'don't fuck with Shinigami' and ' shinigami' written on the back with crossed sythes.
He kinda reminded you of.....
"Solo, my brother. He told me he meet a new goth/ punk kid eairler; with an attitude too." he explained
"kid? Who are you calling kid, asshole? And what the fuck did he mean: goth/ punk?! I AM ME! And what the fuck is it to you, anyway?" you rant, causing him to smirk.
"temper, temper! I can see why So liked you. The name's Duo, Duo Maxwell. Also known as Shinigami. You are?"
"I'm _____, not that it's any of your business."
"well, _____, you are so gonna fit in around here! So told me you were in my class, why don't I show you the way?" Duo asked.
"yea, sure, why not?" you agree.
"after you, m'lady" Duo bows deeply, offering you his arm.
Rolling your eyes and smirking, you take his arm, thwapping him upside the head, allowing him to lead the way.
Turn to page 7
