My back hit the lockers very hard; I shut my eyes from the pain and
when I opened them I saw some jock in my face that resembled a pig. His
breath stunk. He told me something like ,'Your buying me lunch.' When I
heard his voice.
"Bernard, let her go!"
I looked up and looked around, and then I saw him. He was dressed in nothing but black. 'So there are people in this school like me,' I thought as I looked up and down. Goth, people that I knew about. I was new here, first day actually, and I had never seen any of these people, before. I hadn't been very happy about moving, but when I heard that this school use to be or was haunted, I was more than happy to come.
"And what if I don't want to? What are you going to do, Snyder? Ever since your ghost thing was proven as a fake..." He was cut off
"Just shut up and let her go!"
Wow, I impressed. I had never heard a Goth raise their voice to a jock, but myself, of course.
The jock pressed me harder into the lockers and I grew angry. I shoved him off me and bent down to pick up my books, drawings, and stories. I was very talented in art, as well as writing, probably one of my favorite classes. I was very talented in the music part. I've been told I could sing like an angel, but I didn't really focus on singing, my real talent was in playing music. I could almost play anything, but the flute and piano were my best. But no one will know that here, no one! It wasn't their business! Not after the accident...
I picked up my books and put them in my black bag, got up, and started to walk away when the jock known as, Bernard, 'possibly his last name,' grabbed a fistful of my blond hair, which I had stupidly decided not to put up today, and yanked me back. I looked back at Snyder and I saw him wince. I didn't yell, however, but I did turn around and punch him in the nose.
He placed both of his hands over his nose and doubled over in pain, I thought I could see a little bit of blood dripping out of his hands. I grinned, somewhat, and started to walk away, again. But he wouldn't give up; he ran forward and grabbed my head again, but this time, before I had a chance to react, his grip loosened and went away. I could feel the blood from his hands on my hair, but I didn't care. I turned around and saw that he was pinned against the lockers now. Snyder held him against them. Wow, not only had he raised his voice to him, but now he had him pinned. This was some Goth...
I saw Snyder whisper something and Bernard went a pale yellow. He shoved him against the lockers one more time and then walked my way. When he passed me he looked down at me, okay... okay... so I was short big deal, and I took that as a sign to follow him, and I did.
When we were safely in a classroom he turned to me and said, "I'm Ian..."
"Snyder," I finished for him.
He chuckled a little bit and nodded, "And who are you?"
"Katie Bland."
Author's Notes:
Hi! Um... no, not my first fic, and if this hits it big there might be more chapters, well, at least I hope... Anyway, please read and review.
Bana
"Bernard, let her go!"
I looked up and looked around, and then I saw him. He was dressed in nothing but black. 'So there are people in this school like me,' I thought as I looked up and down. Goth, people that I knew about. I was new here, first day actually, and I had never seen any of these people, before. I hadn't been very happy about moving, but when I heard that this school use to be or was haunted, I was more than happy to come.
"And what if I don't want to? What are you going to do, Snyder? Ever since your ghost thing was proven as a fake..." He was cut off
"Just shut up and let her go!"
Wow, I impressed. I had never heard a Goth raise their voice to a jock, but myself, of course.
The jock pressed me harder into the lockers and I grew angry. I shoved him off me and bent down to pick up my books, drawings, and stories. I was very talented in art, as well as writing, probably one of my favorite classes. I was very talented in the music part. I've been told I could sing like an angel, but I didn't really focus on singing, my real talent was in playing music. I could almost play anything, but the flute and piano were my best. But no one will know that here, no one! It wasn't their business! Not after the accident...
I picked up my books and put them in my black bag, got up, and started to walk away when the jock known as, Bernard, 'possibly his last name,' grabbed a fistful of my blond hair, which I had stupidly decided not to put up today, and yanked me back. I looked back at Snyder and I saw him wince. I didn't yell, however, but I did turn around and punch him in the nose.
He placed both of his hands over his nose and doubled over in pain, I thought I could see a little bit of blood dripping out of his hands. I grinned, somewhat, and started to walk away, again. But he wouldn't give up; he ran forward and grabbed my head again, but this time, before I had a chance to react, his grip loosened and went away. I could feel the blood from his hands on my hair, but I didn't care. I turned around and saw that he was pinned against the lockers now. Snyder held him against them. Wow, not only had he raised his voice to him, but now he had him pinned. This was some Goth...
I saw Snyder whisper something and Bernard went a pale yellow. He shoved him against the lockers one more time and then walked my way. When he passed me he looked down at me, okay... okay... so I was short big deal, and I took that as a sign to follow him, and I did.
When we were safely in a classroom he turned to me and said, "I'm Ian..."
"Snyder," I finished for him.
He chuckled a little bit and nodded, "And who are you?"
"Katie Bland."
Author's Notes:
Hi! Um... no, not my first fic, and if this hits it big there might be more chapters, well, at least I hope... Anyway, please read and review.
Bana