A/N: Hey guys! ^-^ Sorry I haven't updated in a while!
I sigh. Another night of scaring. I walked my nightly path to the door. Of course, Mr. Schmidt shut me out. I decided to stay by the door. I stare at the door blankly. I couldn't get those girls out of my mind. I start to walk away. I wonder why the girls wanted to come on stage...
Daylight came and we came back to the stage. The workers fixed up the place before opening the front doors. Slowly, children started coming in with their parents or siblings. I saw the two girls come in and go to their corner. They looked at me, not talking to each other this time. I played my make-shift guitar, staring at the girls. They started walking towards the stage, slowly. They soon made it to the stage and stared up at us. I noticed the one in the braid looked bored while the one with the pony tail, Violet, smiled gleefully. She bounced up and down while the other kept a straight face and bored eyes. She sighed, turning to leave, but then tugged on her sister's sleeve.
"Awe c'mon Viola! A little smile won't hurt." Violet said. Viola sighed and put some headphones in. She turned on a band called "Black Veil Brides" and started walking to the corner they were in. Violet chased after her sister.
Okay, i've had enough of this. Stop calling Viola an emo! Just because she listens to rock bands and didn't smile doesn't give you the right to call her that. And why am I mad about this, you may ask. Well Viola is based off of a real person I know. So please stop calling her emo or I will come to your house and shut you up myself. It's just offensive to some people who are emo. I'm ashamed of most of you.
By the way: Emo stands for emotional, not a gothic, dark lover, satanist, evildoer, or anything like that. I'm ashamed of you guys.
That's another reason why I'm quitting writing. Because you guys can't have respect.
