AN: Thank you so much to those who reviewed and added this story to their favorites and all! I'm glad that I can bring a smile, considering how TERRIFYING this thing is.

AN: I SED STUP FLAMMING! if u do den ur a fuken prep (Every single chapter starts out with her screaming at us. *sniff* It hurts my feelings…heh just kidding. It makes me laugh.)! fangz 2 raven 4 da help n stuf. u rok! n ur nut a prep (You both are nut preps). fangz for muh sewter (Sewter? Oh sweater!)! ps da oder eson dumbeldor swor is koz he trin 2 be gofik so der (*headdesk*)!

I woke up the next day in my coffin. I walked out of it (You walked out of your coffin? Don't you, like, CLIMB out O.o?) and put on some black eyeliner, black eyesharrow, blood-bed (Blood-bed? Ok then . . .) lipstick and a black really low-cut leather dress that was all ripped and in stripes so you could see my belly. I was wearing a skull belly ring with black and red diamonds inside it (So. Many. Outfit. Descriptions…I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE DX).

(Da night before Draco and I rent back to the skull (geddit skull koz im goffik n I like deth (*yawn* Skull…School…I get it.)). Dumbeldore chased Vlodemort away (But not before he yelled, "Voldemort out bitches." xD). We flew there on our brooms. Mine was black and the broom-stuff was blood-red. There was lace all over it (I don't care). Draco had a black MCR boom. We went back to our rooms and we had you-know-what (You-know-what? What are you? Five?) to a Linkin Park song (How…romantic?).)

Well anyway I went down to the Grate Hall. There all da walls were painted black and da tables were black too. But you fould see that there was pink pant (Pink pant? There were pink pants everywhere? Weird O.o) underneath the black pant. And there were pastors of poser bands everywhere, like Ashlee Simpson and the Backstreet Boys (Those aren't pastors silly! I don't see them going around teaching people about God.).

"WTF!" I shouted going to sit next to B'loody Mary and Willow. B'loody Mary was wearing a black leather mini with a Good Chraloote t-shirt, black fishnets and black pointy boots. Willow was wearing a long gothic blak dress with blood red writing that was all lacy and came up to your thighs (MY thighs? O.O *flees*) and black boots and fishnets. Vampire, Dracula and Draco came. We started to talk about who was sexier, Mikey or Gerard Way or Billie Joe Armstrong. The boys joined in cause they were bi (UGH! LEAVE MY BOYS OUT OF YOUR OBSSESSED DISCUSSION!).

"Those guys are so fucking hot." Navel (NEVILLE! Dx WHYYYYYYYY?) was saying as suddenly a gothic old man with a black beard and everything came. He was the same one who had chassed away Vlodemort yesterday. He had normal tan skin but he was wearing white foundation and he had died his hare black. (Dumbledore has a bunny? Cool! But why would he dye it black? What if that dye was bad for animals? Speaking of bunnies, my nickname for one of my best friends, Cody, is Thumper xD He's a baaaad bunny.)

"...DUMBLEDORE?1!" we all gasped.

"WTF?" I shouted angrily. "I thought he was just wearing that to scare Volsemort (If he wasn't scared off by you then there is NOTHING on this earth that could scare him off.)!"

"Hello everyone." he said happily. "As u can see I gave the room a makeover. Whjat do u fink about it?"

Everyone from the poser table in Gryiffindoor (My best friend Liz has a Gryffindor mug even though she's a Slytherin T-T) started to cheer. Well we goths just looked at each other all disfusted (Disfusted- A combination of disgusted and fussed!) and shook our heads. We couldn't believe what a poser he was!1.

"BTW you can call me Albert (Albert? His name is Albus you fucking retard! And he will expel you if you call him Albus, according to Starkid!)." HE CALLED AS WE LEFT to our classes.

"What a fucking poser!" Draco shouted angrily as we we to Transfomation. We were holding hands. Vampire looked really jealous. I could see him crying blood in a gothic way (How do you cry blood in a gothic way. Ugh.) (geddit, way lik Gerard (NOW she's REALLY pushing it.)) but I didn't say anything. "I bet he's havin a mid-life crisis (Uh he's like 150. The mid-life crisis ship has SAILED!)!" Willow shouted.

I was so fucking angry. (I'd recommend you see a psychiatrist about your anger problems but you'd probably kill her. I can see it know.

Psychiatrist: And how do you feel about that?

Ebony: SHUT THE FJUCK UP YOU PREP! YOUR SUCH A POSER! ABRA KEDEVRA!

*Dumbledore's bunny pops out*

Psychiatrist: Wrong spell dumbass.)