I stretched my body and pushed my black blankets aside then stepped down onto the black floor. Except when I expected a cold hard floor, I stepped on a spongey warm floor. It smelled like prep blood on the floor, I quickly fell on the floor and began to lick the blood up. I love the sound I make when I lick blood on a hardwood gothic floor because of the scraping noise I make with my tongue. The iron and hemoglobin made my gothic cravings go away and I laid my back on the floor smiling gothically as my stomach thanked me for the glorious breakfast.

I got up after five gothic minutes and put on a black Evanescence band tee and a black gothic skirt and walked out of my room with my torch. My eyes got large and a gothic smile was painted on my face as I seen even more blood outside my door. Where there is blood there is a corpse, so I searched for the corpse. Eventually I found it on the black couch in my dark living room. I examined the corpse and it was the corpse of

There was no school today because of the prep Madeline's death, so I went to her funerals because I am the one who puts the fun in it. The gothic look of dead corpses brings joy to my heart. I rode my gothic bicycle there because bicycle has the word bi in it and that's what I am sexually. It was raining and a couple sparks of lightning appeared, I seen Diana and a couple of her bodyguards go into the drive way of the gothic castle mausoleum in her black van. They got out and went into the building, I followed leaving my bike in a rack. The inside of the mausoleum there were many pews and gothic candles on the walls with many dark paintings scattered. There was a blood red carpet on the rock floor; I couldn't smell any preps in the main room to my gothic disappointment. I looked at the front of the room, Diana and her bodyguard disciples were sitting on the first row of pews, chunky footsteps came from the hallway to the left. I walked and sat in the middle of this large room my black cat eyeliner-clad eyes stayed on the hallway, the clacking getting louder and heavier. Eventually a gothic robed mortician carrying Madeline's corpse came out of the hallway and put it on the granite altar adorned with various symbols representing life.

"Is this who you are looking for? She's the newest one here," an old voice came from the mortician.

"Yes, she's definitely the one I need." Diana said, in a preppy voice, "Could you please leave us alone with her, we need to say our final goodbyes."

"As you wish," the old man replied, leaving through the right wing.

Diana began to cackle witch-like, like I would if I was doing something devious. She signaled her disciples to come up there. They formed a triangle around her body and began to chant in Latin. They started to bob up and down, the candles started to flicker in and out, the building started creaking eerily. My gothic senses enjoyed this, but I felt something dangerous appear in the building. That, that evil spirit will do harm to me. The prep corpse started to rise up in the air and writhe. Suddenly her body fell down on the altar; a booming noise could be heard throughout the whole property. Madeline's body reanimated and stood up very demonly, and turned to look at me. I could hear the bones snapping in her neck.

"SHE'S PERFECT!" Diana screamed and jumped around preppily.

The mortician came back from the right wing and into the centre, where the demon turned its neck and looked at the man. His face was full of fear. Madelaine stepped down from the altar and walked over to the man, bones snapping and muscle tearing. The old man started to whimper which eventually turned into a tortured scream as Madeline grabbed onto his gothic shoulders. I could hear his bones break as she squeezed harder, he collapsed and blood squirted up like a fountain from his head which had popped off. Her head turned to me and a horrible distortion of her voice came out and said

"You're…. next!"

I screamed gothically and ran out of the building. I rode my gothic bicycle back home.

I couldn't sleep that night, in fear of the reanimated corpse of Madeline. I started crying and it mixed with my eyeliner forming a cascade of black smudgy lines down my pallid cheeks. I clenched my Brendon Urie plushy, and started kissing his face, black lipstick all over his face now just like my soul. I howled like a wolf at the moon as I stared out my window, seeing if she is coming to my house.

I went on the prep bus today, everyone seemed to not look at me, and the bus driver didn't even glance at me. The preps that did look at me sharply turned their gaze elsewhere, I sat down on seat 6. I started to turn on my gothic music, but I see something carved into the grey seat. It read: YOU'RE DOOMED. And it had a picture of a scythe next to it. When I got to the prep school, I waited for the other bisexual witch, but she didn't arrive when she usually does, so I went elsewhere in this awful preppy school. I walked over and sat on the wooden benches next to the cafeteria, I can plan my kills that way by eavesdropping on those pathetic preps. By stabbing them, I can't stand poison or viruses, they're gross! I see a creepy walking by with a weird plant, he wore dark clothing, and I didn't want to talk with him because he seems very intelligent and that he would psychoanalyse me and kill me with poison. So I ran to my first class, which was mathematics, my favourite! I am a gothic superstar when it comes to math, but my next class is history. I hope my friends will be there because of the last time.

After one hour, I had to go over to Ms. Coyle's history class. When I got there the room was gothically dark and Ms. Coyle was sitting down facing outside.

"Hello Rosaline. I expected you to be here now. I have something to tell you; A secret if you will," Ms. Coyle spun around in the chair to face me.

"Okay," I said in a monotone voice.

"You see how I am a teacher, right? What if I tell you I am not." She said, a slight pause passes by, "I am actually Gandalf."

"How?! And why would you tell me?" I asked in an almost nongoth way.

She peeled off her dress, which had exposed her full body, and then she brought her arms behind her neck and pulled off her skin. Suddenly I seen a gothic grey beard appear, and a gothic grey robe and hat appear on her.

"Woah!" I exclaimed gothically, I walked over to Gandalf and started to caress his beard.

Gandalf looked down with love in his eyes and stared into my eyes.

"You shall now pass~," Gandalf says orgasmically, as he unfastened his robe.