The black Cutlass

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AN: this is my first story it starts out slow.

Shyann's POV-
The day I met Michael Gordon Clifford it started out like any other day when I woke up late. When I woke up and looked at my alarm clock I saw that I had exactly 30 minutes to get ready. I jumped up ran to my closet and threw the doors open. It was going to be warm today I thought as I pulled my black studed short and my Jack Daniels Tennessee Whiskey tank top As I reached for my combat boots I noticed that they weren't there. Where could they be? I walked back into my room and saw them beside my bed. As I pasted the mirror and saw my red and black hair to be a mess so I stopped and styled it really quick and did my makeup quickly. I put my combat boots on and picked up my backpack, ray bans, keys to my black 1971 Cutlass, and my phone. As I walked down the stairs  I opened my phone and saw I had 3 text messages
Lynn: hey yo when you gon be here remember band room @ 8:15
Nichole: remember band room @ 8:15
Rebecca : remember  where you need to be at 8:15
I shoke my head at my friends faith in me and replied to all of them.
Shyann: I remember I'll be there in 10
I ran out of the house to my baby. There she sat in all of her glory my 71' Cutlass. I got in and started her up and Hooked my phone up to the custom made radio so that I could have modern features on a old car. As I hooked my iPhone up Green Day's kill the DJ came blasting through the speakers.

Walking after dark
In the New York City park
Your thoughts are so unholy
In the holiest of holes
Onward Christian soldiers
Filled with jive and mind control
And at this point I started singing like the idiot I am.
The blood left on the dance floor
Runnin', runnin' red
The bullet that you asked for killing you to death
Unless you...

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Voices in my head are saying...
"Shoot that fucker down."

We are the vultures
The dirtiest kind
The culture war's
In your heart and your mind

Walking after dark
In the New York City park
I'll pick up what's left in the club
A pocket full of pills
Sodom and Gomorrah
In the century of thrills

The blood left on the dance floor
Runnin', runnin' red
The bullet that you asked for killing you to death
Unless you...

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Hold him underwater
'Till the motherfucker drowns

We are the vultures
The dirtiest kind
The culture war's
In your heart and your mind

Someone's gonna get you boy...
Shoot that fucker down!

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ (Walking after dark...)
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ (Walking after dark...)
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ (Walking after dark...)
Someone kill the DJ, that fucker down! (Wow!)

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ
Voices in my head are saying...
"Shoot that fucker down."
As the song came to and end I pulled up in the parking lot and found my spot and got out. And that is when Michael Clifford came into my life and changed it forever.

Michael's POV-
Today officially sucked. My mom and dad recently got a divorce and my mom packed everything up and moved to America. Dragging me with her. So we where here on a 5 year visa and my mom couldn't be happier. Me on the other hand I was nervous about this new school and not having any friends. I rolled over to see that I was 15 mins late getting up and if I didn't hurry up I would be late for school. Great. I jumped out of bed ran to my closet opened the door and grabbed my Sex Pistols shirt and threw it over my head and then walked across the room to grab a pair of black skinny jeans. Rummaging around for my black hightop Converse threw them on and grabbed my iPhone, keys, wallet , and headphones and ran out the door of my room. As I neared the kitchen I slowed down and walked quickly past it to see my mom cooking and yelled BYE MOM. I walked out the door and started walking to school with my headphones in I started singing a random made up song

Within a minute I was all packed up
I've got a ticket to another world
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go
The silent words are hard to speak
When your thoughts are all I see
"Don't ever leave," she said to me
I sighed and continued walking to school.
  As I was walking I herd a car pass blasting Green Day's kill the DJ. And I saw the school in the distance as the black car pulled in to school. As I neared the school I saw the prettiest most perfect girl ever. Today just got a little better.

AN: PIC TO THE SIDE/TOP IS OF SHYANN'S OUTFIT AND THE MUSIC VIDEO FOR BESIDE YOU  THANK FOR READING
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-LANEY

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