Warning. Warning. Warning Zone. That's what they call me. That's all I hear. I don't even remember my own name. I remember being called Chrissie. Maybe that was my name?
But it couldn't be. Chrissie is a boy's name. From what I hear at school around me, there are approximately 15 boys named Chrissie. Chrysanthemum, even?
I roll through the halls, quietly, not wanting to cause any attention to me. Warning. Warning. Warning Zone.
That's all they chant. That's all I hear.
A/N: ok this is the bio i was talking about in earlier chap. i again have full permission from her (before she passed R.I.P.), so this will be up in couple of days. 2 votes? 1 comment? until next time brochachos; stay classy, be sassy, dont you change for anyone.
