AN-consider yourself lucky, 3 chapters in one day
Chapter 3.
AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. So you don't own this story Tara?
On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Boots and heels? Or High heeled boots? Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff what's corset stuff? on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. How do you make really long hair look spiky? I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. you're always depressed! I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. Finally she realises this.I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert. So that's how you have a good time is it Ebony, just drink some human blood?
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. Isn't the flying car 50 feet up? He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!). not where I'm from they don't.
"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice. Annoying exclamation marks in the wrong places.
"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz isnt that Ron's Flying Car? (the license plate said 666 Bad man!) 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 you were high? No. ,we both hopped out of the car.and plummeted to your death *Grins hopefully* 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 songNo Way).
"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club theres now a club in Hogsmeade with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad. *puts hands up* I'll comfort you Draco!
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on. Took you long enough
"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.
"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective. How do you be sensitive and protective at the same time? You can't! That's what I thought!
"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. Don't be mean to Hilary.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. I didn't. After the concert, we drank some beer underage drinking, naughty Draco, naughty ebony. and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into… the Forbidden Forest! Naughty Draco drunk driving!*Collective gasp*