Hello everyone! Yes, wyverna is back! I'm not allowed to read stories
or review at the moment, but I'm working on it, and this is my latest
victory – I'm allowed to update! Yes! Ok, so this story might be
sounding like a Mary-Sue at first, but for those of you who have read
my earlier stories, you'll know that it's not. And for those of you
who haven't, well, I'm telling you now – this isn't a Mary-Sue!
Disclaimer – I own nothing! Sue me if you want, but all you'll get is some 'broken dreams of mine'. (Lost In Hope, by Nameless.)
A girl walked into Freddy's classroom. (A/N – yes, the first chapter is a lot like a Mary-Sue, but keep with me till the second chapter is up, then decide.)
She had black hair, with two blue streaks at the front, and a bit of her hair was tied up in a messy bun. The rest was down. She was wearing a Greenday shirt, and three-quarter lengths with stripy socks pulled right up. Freddy barely glanced at her, though, as he was currently going steady with Katie, the cool, silent bassist sat on his right.
The girl was assigned the empty seat behind him. As she walked past him he saw her smile at him, but he ignored her. He hadn't got to go out with Katie for three years by smiling at other girls every time they showed an interest in him.
A few minutes later he felt a rhythmic kicking on the back of his chair. He turned around, and hissed, "Stop it!" at her, but she just grinned at him, and leant forward.
"Hi! I'm Wyverna," (yes, I am taking the part of the psycho) "what's your name?"
"If I tell you will you leave me alone?" he asked her.
"Sure!"
"Fine, I'm Freddy. Now, leave me alone!"
He turned back around, and felt Katie squeeze his hand, as a quiet thank-you for not encouraging her. A few minutes later he felt the kicking on his chair again. He waited until the teacher looked away, then turned around again.
"Hey! I thought you said you'd leave me alone!"
"I did!" she smiled, cheerfully.
"Then what's the deal with you kicking my chair?"
"I lied!"
Freddy sighed in frustration, then turned back around, willing himself to ignore the repeated 'kick, kick, kick, kick, kick...'
What do you think? Should I keep on going? Let me know if you............review!
or review at the moment, but I'm working on it, and this is my latest
victory – I'm allowed to update! Yes! Ok, so this story might be
sounding like a Mary-Sue at first, but for those of you who have read
my earlier stories, you'll know that it's not. And for those of you
who haven't, well, I'm telling you now – this isn't a Mary-Sue!
Disclaimer – I own nothing! Sue me if you want, but all you'll get is some 'broken dreams of mine'. (Lost In Hope, by Nameless.)
A girl walked into Freddy's classroom. (A/N – yes, the first chapter is a lot like a Mary-Sue, but keep with me till the second chapter is up, then decide.)
She had black hair, with two blue streaks at the front, and a bit of her hair was tied up in a messy bun. The rest was down. She was wearing a Greenday shirt, and three-quarter lengths with stripy socks pulled right up. Freddy barely glanced at her, though, as he was currently going steady with Katie, the cool, silent bassist sat on his right.
The girl was assigned the empty seat behind him. As she walked past him he saw her smile at him, but he ignored her. He hadn't got to go out with Katie for three years by smiling at other girls every time they showed an interest in him.
A few minutes later he felt a rhythmic kicking on the back of his chair. He turned around, and hissed, "Stop it!" at her, but she just grinned at him, and leant forward.
"Hi! I'm Wyverna," (yes, I am taking the part of the psycho) "what's your name?"
"If I tell you will you leave me alone?" he asked her.
"Sure!"
"Fine, I'm Freddy. Now, leave me alone!"
He turned back around, and felt Katie squeeze his hand, as a quiet thank-you for not encouraging her. A few minutes later he felt the kicking on his chair again. He waited until the teacher looked away, then turned around again.
"Hey! I thought you said you'd leave me alone!"
"I did!" she smiled, cheerfully.
"Then what's the deal with you kicking my chair?"
"I lied!"
Freddy sighed in frustration, then turned back around, willing himself to ignore the repeated 'kick, kick, kick, kick, kick...'
What do you think? Should I keep on going? Let me know if you............review!