I'm back! If you managed to get past Chapter One, here is Chapter Two! I just like to show the world terrible stories. Hehe...
AN: Fangz 2 betrayera1a1 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a Rite Arm necklace, cowboy boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.
My friend, Teresa (AN: Betrayera1a1 dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her blue eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)
"OMG, I saw you talking to Newt yesterday!" she said excitedly.
"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing.
"Do you like Newt?" she asked as we went out of the Homestead and into da Great Hall.
"No I so shucking don't!" I shouted.
"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Newt walked up to me.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." I replied flirtily.
"Guess what." he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in the Maze." he told me.
"Oh my shucking gosh!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favourite band, besides MCR.
"Well...do you want to go with me?" he asked.