Ch. 6
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The next day I woke up. I put on a black, frayed miniskirt, a matching top with red skulls on it, black high heeled boots, two pairs of skull shaped earrings and two cross shaped earrings. I dyed my hair purple.
She's a ****ing vampire! She can't wear G*d ****** crosses! **** you Tara! ****, have you no ****ing sense! Let's just do what Twilight did and throw out the ****ing rules of what makes a G*d ****** vampire a ****ing vampire. I hope you ****ing choke on your dinner. I hope some ****ing slimy monster crawls down your throat and ****ing eats you alive! I will deal with awful spelling and terrible grammar, but this is too much! ****ity, ****, ****, ****!
Edited out: The rest of my rant and, 'I spray-painted my hair with purple.'
In the Great Hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of blood.
The house elves must have fainted in fear and disgust when they made Ebony her breakfast.
Suddenly someone bumped into me and I spilled blood all over my top.
"*******!" I shouted.
I regretted saying it when I looked at him. I was looking into the pale white face of a Gothic boy. He had spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that it was running down his face. He was wearing black lipstick. He had gotten rid of his scar and glasses and he was wearing red contact lenses.
Good old scar remover! Comes in handy doesn't it? **** you Tara. ****, ****, ****. Clearly I need a break.
He had some stubble on his chin.
Edited Out: The lone manly hair on Harry's chin.
He had a sexy English accent and he looked exactly like Joe Madden.
Ok, I just googled Joe, and Harry looks nothing like him. Ebony must be vision impaired or something; and yes. Googled is a verb now. Deal with it.
He was so sexy that my body went all hot. I had a girl erection.
There wasn't much I could do to cushion that phrase. Sorry. I tried…
Edited Out: Tara calling us sicko's for thinking of 'girl erections' when she brought them up in the first place.
"I'm so sorry," he said shyly.
I love how no one has issues with Ebony drinking human blood at the breakfast table.
"What's that Ebony?"
"Some human blood, you poser!"
"Oh, neat! Carry on!"
I mean seriously, what the ****?
"It's alright. What's your name?" I asked.
"My names Harry Potter, but most people call me Vampire," he grumbled.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I like the taste of human blood," he giggled.
Shoot Harry. It's too late to save him. I'll be right back after I sing a funeral dirge for Harry.
"Well, I am a vampire," I confessed.
****, ****, ****, ****, **** NO! You are officially classified under 'other' along with Edward Cullen and Bella whatever-her-last-name-is. **** you Tara, **** you and every low life, plague ridden thing you have ever touched. ****, ****, ****!
Aren't you glad I censer out swears? Your eyes should be bleeding right now.
"Really?" he whimpered.
"Yeah!" I roared.
We sat down to talk for a while. Then Draco came over and told me that he had a surprise for me. I went away with Draco.
Shoot me now.