Whats up wattpad, new here so gonna leave myself a place in your minds. Comment criticism please, need it to help. Well... to the story.
So here I am. The loner. The freak. The weirdo. God damn people can be cruel. Theses idiots have no idea who I am. What I can do. What I'm like. But you know what? F*ck em. I'm gonna loe no sleep over people who hate me.
I wake up from my thoughts in the middle of music, where the teachers ooking at e and everyone is smirking.
"What?" I grunt towards her
"I was saying you just offered to sing for us all, as nobody else wants to be at the front of class."
"To hell with that" I practically yelled "I aint a singer!"
"You are now" Replied the bitch, to the delight of the class.
I walked up to her and snatched the mic from her, pugged it in and waited for the music.
"What?" I say "Am I doing a f*cking a capella here?"
"You are now" replied that cow
Fine I thought and spat out my favourite Hollywood Undead verse:
Now, I see that motherf*ckin’ writin’ on the wallWhen you see J3T, Thirty D piece start a brawl. F*ck all haters I see ’cause I hate that you breathe. I see you duck, you little punk, you little f*ckin’ disease
I got H.U. tattooed on the front of my armThe Boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car’Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs, we never go far. And when you see us, motherfuckers, better know who we are
I got one thing to say to punk asses who hate Motherf*ckers, don't know but you better watch what you say. From these industry f*cks to these f*ggot ass punks You don't know what it takes to get this motherf*ckin’ truck
I'm already loud maybe it's a little too late Johnny’s taking heads off of all the faggots who hate ’Cause I am good motherfucker, there's a price to pay. Get out my gun motherfucker and it's judgment day
Ha, eat that you d*cks, I thought. My triumph was short lived though.
"Now Matt" said my teacher in an ice cold voice, "was that all appropriate?"
"You told me to a capella, with no theme or music to try and embarrass me in front of my "peers". You're no better than these people you claim to be superior to." and on that note I left the classroom, hopped into me chevy camero and hightailed it home. Or, what should be home.
Alright guys, I know it's not great, but please give me some useful feedback. I know where I want to go with all this, but I needed an intro, and this was made. Give me some feed back and at 10 reads I'll write a new chapter.
