Chapter 19.

AN #1:I'm not okay, I promise.

Alright then?
 Admitting it is the first step.
One more chapter, I'm on a roll and doing three in one day. PartingGrace, you better upload fast!

Help! She's flooding my inbox! Eeeeekkk!

AN #2: Please stop flaming the story, if you do, you're a ******* prep and you're jealous, okay! From now on I'm going to delete your mean reviews! By the way everyone is a pureblood so there! Thanks to my girl Raven for the help!

Edited out: random number 1's in between sentences. Wh111y wo11u1ll1d yo111u edi111t111 tha111t11?1111?

All day we sat angrily thinking about Dumbledore. We were so *******pissed off. Well, I had one thing to look forward to - the MCR concert. It had been postponed, so we could all go.

HOW MANY CONCERTS ARE IN THIS ******* STORY?! IT ISN'T A SCHOOL ANYMORE, NOR A GOTH /EMO HANGOUT, BUT A TICKET RESALES OFFICE! Look what you did to my co-editor! She went all caps lock on us! We'll have to shelter her innocent non-tara-understanding mind!

Anyway, I went to the common room to cut classes. While I did that, I was sad. Draco was being all secretive.

Since when has anyone gone to class in this story? Why would you be sad about it? I would be ecstatic if I could cut classes and not feel guilty…actually, I wouldn't because I like my classes and I would probably not be able to ever do it. Which is good because it's a bad thing to do. None of you guys cut classes right? Right? Guys?

I asked him why he was mad and he got all mad at me and started crying all hot and angsty (AN: Aren't sensitive bi guys so hot?).

I'm going to let PartingGrace comment on this one since I'm simply not hilarious enough. Also, I'm still not sure if angsty or angstily are real words. Why thank you for letting me take center stage! I really don't think that 'sensitive bi guys' would be all that cute. Especially when 'sensitive' doesn't means that he's going to get mad at you for caring about whether he feels happy or not. I would not want my boyfriend blubbering on me all the time and then blubbering more when I try to help him. Not that I have a boyfriend, but honestly, wouldn't it get tiring after a while?

"No one ******* understands me!" he shouted angrily as his black hair went into his big red eyes like Billie Joe's in Boulevard of Broken Dreams. He was wearing black baggy pants, a black MCR t-shirt and a black die. (Get it, instead of tie, because I'm gothic.) I was wearing a black leather low cut top with chains all over it all over it a black leather mini, black high held boots and a cross belly ring. My hair was all up in a messy, really high bun like Amy Lee's in 'Going Under'. (E-mail me if you want to see the pic.)

Why do clothes matter right now! I'm so confuzzled! ARGH! Also, why are there chains on her top? Are they light chains, because of they were heavy chains I would be mildly concerned for Ebony's health. Just mildly. Maybe vaguely…ok, not at all. Why does she have a cross shaped belly ring? She's a vampire! Vampires can't wear crosses unless they want a cross shaped brand on their skin!
Never in my lifetime would I email you, Tara.

"Excuse me? What about me!" I growled.
"But-but-but-" he grunted.

He did not grunt, he stuttered.

"You ******* bastard!" I moaned.
"No! Wait! It's not what it ******* looks like!" he shouted.

What's not what what looks like? He was only crying. What?

But it was too late. I knew what I heard. I ran to the bathroom angrily, crying. Draco banged on the door. I wept and wept as my bloody eyeliner streamed down my cheeks and made cool tears down my face like Benji in the video for Girls and Boys (Raven, that is so our video!)

Edited Out: the tears falling down Ebony's 'feces'. At least she spelled it right.

I took out a cigarette and started to smoke pot.

Edited out: capitalisation of I TOOK OUT A CIGARETTE AND STARTED TO.

Suddenly Hagrid came in the room. He had apparated.

Why would he want to go near you?

"You gave me a *******shock!" I shouted, angrily dropping my pot.

Stress shock? Medical shock? Anaphylactic shock? Please tell me, I know first aid, I need to know so I'll know exactly how to kill you and this story! Are you sure that killing people is the proper way to use first aid classes?

"What the **** do you think you're doing in the girl's room?"
Only it wasn't just Hagrid. Someone else was with him too! For a second I wanted it to be Tom Rid or maybe Draco but it was Dumbledore.
"Hey, I need to ask you a question," he said. He pulled out his black wannabe-gothic purse. "What are you wearing to the concert?"
"You know who MCR is?!" I gasped.
"No, I just saw that there was a concert that a lot of goths and punks were going to," he said. "Anyway, Draco has a surprise for you."

PartingGrace, you have your tea, so lucky you. I don't use Advil, but I think I'm going to need some coke very soon. THE DRINK, PEOPLE, THE DRINK! *gasp*, dear readers, don't go on coke like my poor co-editor! She has evidently snapped under the strain of being my co-editor! Don't do it! Drugs are bad and the use of refreshing beverages is a good way to remove Tara stress, so I encourage you to drink as much pop as you want! Just leave some coke for my poor Julie, and some peppermint tea for me.