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Ignore the title. Just ignore it. So yeah. I haven't been on this account in a while. I have writer's block again and it's worse then last time :\. But I'm gonna try a short story. Enjoy, I guess.
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She's the school freak. I'm the popular guy. She dyes her hair. I side sweep mine. She eats alone. If at all. I eat with my girlfriend and her clones. We're complete opposites. But yet, I am still attracted to her. I don't know if it's her sense of reserve-ness or if it's the fact that she does what she wants with no limitations.
She's walking down the hall. Head down. Books pulled tightly to her chest. I smile at her. She keeps walking. I bet she thinks I'm just messing with her. I'm not the jerk everyone thinks I am. I have to sneak out just to get to a single party in time. I'm not happy with my life. It's not controlled by me. It's controlled by the school. My parents. My girlfriend. My friends.
She walks in the lunch room.
"Hi." I say to her. She looks up.
"Hi." She says bluntly.
"Can I sit with you?" I ask.
"I don't want your pranks. Now go sit with the plastics." She frowns and walks away.
"it's. Um. it's not a prank."
"Then what is it? A joke? To mess with the 'emo' girl?" She puts quotations around the word emo.
"No. All I want to do is to sit with you."
"Ok." And she walks away. I follow her. She sits on the ground in the corner. and picks at her salad. "Well sit." I immediately drop to the ground, unaware that I was just kinda standing, looking at her.
"So why do you sit over here alone?" I ask. Duh. It's obvious.
"Lets answer a question with a question. Why are you always such a jerk to everyone? No one likes me. Everyone likes you."
"It's not like that at all. I didn't choose to live like this."
"Then who did?"
"My parents. My friends. The school."
"Have you ever tried to do what you want?"
"Well no. But peop-"
"Just try. Stop living under what people want you to be and start living under what YOU want to be. You'll never be happy if you don't."
"But you're never happy."
"Says who?"
"Says the whole school."
"Exactly. They think I'm emo because I never talk to anyone and barely ever eat lunch. But they don't know my home life. And most people don't know your home life. So ignore what people say, and be what you want."
"It's not that easy." I say. She gets up, dusting her butt off.
"Then don't come to me for advice." And she left.
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Gahh. I don't know the point of this story. But what ever. Sorry it's crap :\

So I'm keeping this account. Only for two reasons:
1. I like writing short stories.
2. I have awesome items. I am so stupid, but I love all my saved items!<3

Gahh. So sorry. I've had writers block. But I honestly do not think this story is going anywhere at all. Same with F.ck You, It's Magic. I might just close this account.
Comment below what you think. If either no one, or below 5 people comment, it's gone.
If you vote to keep it, then say if you want these stories, just one of them, or if you want me to start over completely.
COMMENT!!!! Thanks!

I was really happy. I'm sorry, but he is no way in hell the best new artist. Please no hateful comments!

Ok. So I think I got my inspiration back. I don't know though because I just write these on the spot. So sorry if this like, kills half the population.
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I scanned through the paper to see what exactly this project is on. So far all I know is we're basically creating a rant. But we have to have in a presentable project. Oh joy. Please not the heavy sarcasm.
"Ok. What do you wanna do it about?" I asked Joe. He shrugged. "Fine then. I'll do all the work, and you get no say in it what so ever. How's that?"
"Fine with me."
"Good." I started planning. I have this idea that it can be on how like, how it's really stupid to insult someone you don't even know. [this is where my inspiration comes in. It's a long story]. I began doing some ideas for how we're gonna lay out the project. So far I have a movie, slideshow, and poem. I don't really know what else to put in it though. I'll do the writing last, that's the easy part.
I worked on this for the rest of class. The bell rang and I put my papers back in my binder and headed to my locker. I was /trying/ to open my lock when a pair of hands covered my eyes. I laughed. "Hi, Dameon."
"Da.mnit. How'd you know it was me?" He complained.
"Because you're the only friend I have here. Besides, I can smell you from down the hall." I laughed again getting my books out of my locker.
"Is that a good smell?" He smelled his shirt.
"Yeah, kinda." I shrugged.
"Oh, hey, Kay. Haha that rhymes. Anyways, wanna come over after school?" He asked.
"Sure. Better then going home."
"Awesome." The warning bell went of. I slammed my locker and walked with Dameon to Latin class.
 
[This is a legit sentence from my Latin book.]
"Barbillus est stultisimuss quod furet libertus." Ms. Klizer read. "Kay?" She called on me.
"Um. Barbillus is very stupid, because he let the thiefs free?" I guessed. I hate Latin. I hate it I hate it I hate it.
"Very good." And we finished the page. The bell rang before she could give us any homework. I threw my crap in my locker and met Dameon at his.
"Lets go." I said. He hooked arms and skipped to the busses. Yeah. We kinda got the title of "School Freaks". It's pretty much awesome.
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Like I said, it sucked balls.

Aha ignore the title. But I can't read the other two. It's either really blurry, or due to the fact that I can't get my f.cking contacts in.

Wow. I actually meant for this to be a one chapter type thing, but I just kept going on and on and on. So I'm pretty sure this will be the last of it. Thanks to the viewers!!!
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I got in the passenger seat of Mitch's car. We had just finished shopping. I got that dress I told you about, some vans, and a "I <3 Boobies" bracelet. It was awesome.
"So are you coming over or do you want to go home?" Mitch asked me, starting the car.
"I have to go. Mom is already getting home from work late, so she'll be pissed if I don't have dinner ready."
"Ah. Ok. So you like Alex?"
"Honestly, yeah I kinda do. He's really sweet and nice and funny. Plus, he has awesome taste in music."
"Oh, and I don't?" He teased me. I laughed.
"Of course you do. But you're my best friend. Besides it's just a little crush." I said as we pulled up to the front of my house. "Bye!" I called and shut the door. He waved and drove off.
Ok so I kinda lied. It's not just a crush. I am actually kinda in love with this guy. I sighed and looked through the kitchen for dinner. Once I realized I needed to go to the store I frowned. But I managed to get Jemaine to the gas station anyways. After that, I walked into the store. I settled on frozen pizza. I'm a terrible cook, and pizza is easy. I grabbed it off the freezer shelf and went to check out. I was getting out my credit card when I saw Alex. I smiled at first, but realized he was holding a girl's hand. The guy I'm in love with, is taken. I felt like such an idiot. I payed real quick and ran out. I guess love hasn't found me anyways.
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THE END
I'm not joking! It's over! Haha. That was fun though. The guy in the set, that's Mitch. You can make Alex anyway you want to. But the title, the "Hell Yes" part was back in the first chapter when I was talking about I finally vented to someone. So yeah. Thanks! Feedback?<3

Awesome dress
Awesome dress
Messy Bun
The Beach
Awesome random cake
Liverpool

Mitch handed me a dark purple strapless bubble dress. It had a black belt on the waist. I smiled at his good fashion sense and tried it on. It fit perfectly! I came out to show Mitch. I saw him modeling a pair of skin tight neon green jeans. He saw me in the reflection.
"Jane. You have to get that. You look amazing!"He shouted. I laughed.
"Really?" I asked. He stepped aside and I looked in the mirror. "Whoa! I'm so buying this! Thanks!" I smiled and went back in the stall to change.
When I came out I bought the dress and Mitch was already waiting by the door. "Lets get food. I'm hungry." he said. I nodded and we went to the food court. Lets see, my choices are McDonalds, no; Burger King, no; Panda Express, maybe; or Sonic, maybe. Since I like them equally, then to choose I looked at the people in line. Panda had a few parents, but Sonic had a few little kids. Then The last person in line at Sonic was this really cute guy. Sonic it is. I went and stood in line. The guy turned around. I smiled.
"Oh, I'm waiting for someone. You can go in front of me." The guy said. He looked about my age. Nice.
"Oh, thanks." I tried to be polite.
"Ms. May I take your order?" The cashier asked me.
"Oh, um yeah. I'll have a chicken sandwich, small fries, and a small Coke." I ordered.
"That would be $5.79." She waited for me to give her the money. I dropped my dollar. As I bent down to pick it up, so did mystery guy. When we stood back up, it was all so cliche`. We starred at each other for a little, then he said, "Um, heres your money." He scratched the back of his neck and looked at his feet like guys always do when they're nervous.
"Yeah. Thanks" I flashed one last smile and gave the cashier my money. My food came shortly after and I met back up with Mitch.
"Who was that? He's cute!" Mitch turned around, clutching his Panda Express bag.
"I don't know, but I call dibs." I laughed.
"Da.mn it. You always get the good ones." He fake pouted. I pet his head and we sat down.
We ate lunch in silence. It was one of those moments where we ran of things to talk about. But it's cool because mystery guy came over.
"Um hi. I was behind you in line." He said nervously.
"Yeah! Hey!" I smiled.
"Can I sit?" He pointed to the chair beside me. He had an adorable English accent!
"Of course!" I moved my Pac Sun bag.
"I'm Alex."
"I'm Jane."
"I'm Mitch."
"Oh, are you two..." Alex trailed off.
"Oh, nope. Just friends." I laughed.
"Ah." Alex nodded. I noticed he was alone.
"Didn't you say you were waiting for someone?" I asked.
"I'm always waiting for someone. But I think she just got here." Alex said thoughtfully. I thought for a few seconds then blushed when I got it.
"Wanna walk around with us?" I invited as I stood up to throw my trash away.
"Yeah, sure. Is that ok with you?" He asked Mitch. He nodded. They stood up and we walked away.
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gotta wait till next chapter. Sorry. I'm to tired to keep writing.