Ch. 3

AN: Preps, stop flaming the story, ok! Otherwise, thanks to the Gothic people for the good reviews. THANKS AGAIN RAVEN! By the way, I don't own this or the lyrics for Good Charlotte.

You don't own your story? Who does it belong to? By the way, you cannot divide people into two categories: preps and Goths. There are many more types of people out there, and there are also people who fit no category. What about me, Tara? I stay up all night watching LOTR and Hellboy. I enjoy action adventure, romance, horror, and fantasy books/movies. Well, not horror movies, but moving on. I dress in whatever's comfy. My hair is dark brown and it's a ragged mop. My 'getting up ritual' mostly consists of making sure my hair doesn't look like a rat's nest, getting dressed in whatever's clean, eating and then heading out the door. I enjoy writing poetry and stories. I play many video games like LOTRO and Neverwinter (Perfect World, not Neverwinter Nights although I enjoy that as well). Tell me Tara, am I a prep or a Goth? I'm certainly not a prep, and I'm certainly not a Goth. Therefore (by Tara's definition and skewed view of people) I do not exist. What? That wasn't where I was going with this. Ah well, it works. I think.

On the night of the concert, I put on my black lace up boots. I also wore red, ripped fishnets and a black leather mini-dress *with all this corset stuff on the back and the front*.

Could someone please PM me and tell me what 'corset stuff' is and how it got onto that dress?

I put matching fishnets onto 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.

Depression is not feeling any emotions. If you care enough about this concert to dress up for it, then you are feeling an emotion. Therefore you are not feeling depressed (which feeling an aversion to activity), or depression, you are feeling sad. You are feeling miserable, worthless, mind numbing sadness. It's not depression or depressed. If you can't get your grammar right, for G*d's sake, get your vocabulary right. Especially if it's in a topic that you pretend to know very well.

I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC.

You're just going to bleed all over your book? I would rather cut my hand off then get blood on my precious novels. Also, you read a book that cautions against doing activity? Or did the book make you feel an aversion to activity? I can just go on about this all day. And one more thing: slitting your wrists! What the **** were you thinking? Are you trying to kill yourself? Don't ****ing do that! There are much better things you could be doing. Why not go for a walk, or just read books without bleeding all over them. She's clearly enjoying herself with books and GC, so why is she trying to kill herself. Ebony has showed none of the clues that someone is about to commit suicide, so what's going on!

I have a headache…

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 anyways. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

How is drinking blood and going to a concert related in any way? I know that Ebony's supposed to be a vampire (walks in sunlight? Go's to a school that is technically for magical human wizards?) so I won't touch the blood, although I don't support cannibalism or rampant stupidity.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car.

The Weasley's have the flying car, not the Malfoy's.

He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the concert as well), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish, and a little eyeliner. (AN: A lot, for cool boys wear it too!)

Someone save Draco.

"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed tone.

Ah. So your voice felt an aversion to activity? Interesting. You might want to see a doctor about that.

"Hi Ebony," he responded. We got into his flying black Mercedes Benz and flew to the concert.

I need aspirin.

On the way, we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson.

I'm not sure about this, but isn't Marilyn Manson classified as 'emo' music? Whatever, this story already doesn't make any sense. Let's just throw in Bolt the Wonder dog, Green Arrow, Thor and Gandalf to further addle my brain. Toss in Annie and Tibbers too! I don't mind!

We both smoked cigarettes and drugs.

Well, I'm glad that we can leave with a moral inscribed in our minds. The moral is this: burn bad stories.

When we got there we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit in front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.

Pre YouTube: What the ****'s a mosh pit? I don't get out enough. On to YouTube! Post YouTube: That looks rather violent… Please don't kill Draco in there.

"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." Joel sang. (AN: I don't own the lyrics to that song).

Why is there a song about giving birth in this fic? Usually when songs are inserted into stories, they are at least mildly related to the contents of said story.

"Joel is so ****ing hot!" I said to Draco. I pointed at Joel, who was filling the club with his amazing voice.

I'm no expert, but aren't concerts usually outside?

Suddenly Draco looked sad.

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

Instead of moshing to the lights or the club or the wind.

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

…You don't know either of them very well…

"Really?" Draco asked insecurely as he put his arm around me protectively.

Have you even seen someone mosh? Draco probably just lost a limb doing that. Ebony and Draco probably just got stampeded.

"Really," I said. "Besides, I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary ****ing Duff. I ****ing hate that little *****," I said in disgust as I thought of her ugly, blonde face.

Woah! Language! What did she do to you? You can't have a yellow face. It's not genetically possible.

The night went on, and I had a really great time. So did Draco. After the concert we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and some pictures of them.

Benji? Do you mean Benji the dog of 1974, Benji the 2012 film about Ben Wilson or Benji B the British DJ/radio presenter? There are so many Benji's in this world. Were they all there? I hope you had a lot of paper.

We got GC concert t-shirts. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes Benz, but he didn't drive back to Hogwarts. Instead he drove into the Forbidden Forest!

Edited out: world's longest ellipse ever.