Chapter 3.
AN: STOP FLAMMING (What a great way to spell flaming.) DA STORY PREPZ (Yeah,
I’m a prep alright. That is why I am “flamming” story.) OK! odderwize
fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! (Yeah, I doubt this didn’t get any good
reviews. And the only good reviews you received were from yourself and Raven.)
FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don’t own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. (I’m
glad you don’t own it. That would be terrible for them.)
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On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels.
Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather
minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching
fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. (I
don’t care what you are wearing. Shut up already, brat.) I felt a
little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. (Wow drastic mood change. You
should probably see a therapist about that.) I read a depressing book
while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. (Apparently
you don’t know how to read or write so why even try?) I painted my nails black and put on TONS of
black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. (Don’t care again.) I
didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. (Yeah, that didn’t stop you
before in the last chapter.) I
drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. (I
want you to get hit with that flying car and die.) He was wearing a
Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater
pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (If I don’t care what your
wearing why would I care about what Draco is wearing?) (AN: A lot fo
kewl boiz wer it ok!). (Oh yes, a lot of “kewl boiz wer it”.)
“Hi Draco!” I said in a depressed voice. (Why do you have an exclamation point if you
are depressed?)
“Hi Ebony.” he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the
license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we
listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked
cigarettes and drugs. (That’s what most of the cool kids do before
a concert. Uh huh.) When we got there, we both hopped out of the car.
We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we
listened to Good Charlotte.
“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.” sang Joel (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat
song). (Good because they would have failed if you had.)
“Joel is so f*****g hot.” I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling
the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.
“Really?” asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective. (I
love how stupid this conversation is.)
“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know Joel and he’s going out with
Hilary f*****g Duff. I f*****g hate that little b***h.” I said disgustedly,
thinking of her ugly blonde face. (Hilary Duff is way better than you, Ebony,
but then so is the rest of the world although you don’t exist, but Tara still
does.)
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the
concert, we drank some beer (Cause that is what you should totally be
doing.) and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with
them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz,
but Draco didn’t go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into………………………
the Forbidden Forest! (Yeah, you do not need that many dots…it is
not that dramatic.)
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