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Chapter 3

On the night of the concert I put on my blue lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather shirt with all this corset stuff on the back and front and ripped jeans. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails.I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.I went outside. Tweek was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a coffee stained t-shirt, baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

"Hi Tweek!" I said in a depressed voice.

"Hi Craig." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.

"You come in cold, you're covered in blood

They're all so happy you've arrived

The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom

She sets you free into this life." sang Joel (I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song).

"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Tweek, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Tweek looked sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.

"Really?" asked Tweek sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Tweek. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Tweek and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Tweek didn't go back into Hankeys, instead he drove the car into… the Forbidden Forest!