It's up! nah really that's why your reading It.
I'm getting faster at typing my stories now. I guess I got use to it.XD ok well sorry about the ramble.
This is part 2 of the insight of the meeting between Simran and Steph.
like I seem to say alot:
ENJOY!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 21: Meeting Simran Part 2
“You.” My voice echoed with another.
I sat is silence as I ate my food. Of all the people that it could have been it was the one person I now hate and will hate for the rest of my life. Simran. It was all HER fault!
Simran’s POV:
I ate my food to stop me doing anything rash. This was my mum’s work and I couldn’t do anything to mess this opportunity for her. But still the out of the other thousands of people in the school why was it the only person that I agreed to hate for the rest of my life. Stephanie. It was all HER fault!
Steph’s POV:
We finished our meals and our plates were taken away. Chris and Julie took Simran’s parents to somewhere they could talk in private.
“Steph take care of Simran.” My butler whispered as he walked past me. I took a giant breath in. Stephanie, be nice, smile even if it is fake, laugh even if deep inside you really want to get angry, yell, the lot. I can do this, I can
“So you to entertain me or...what?” She asked. On second thought maybe I’ll just punch her ego out of her. No okay clam down. Omg I’m taking to myself.
“How would you like to go to my room?” I asked with a smile. Fake dah.
Simran’s POV:
I’m trying to be nice but arrr. Okay Simran clam down and answer her stupid question.
“Sure.” I answer simply. In Simran’s language that means... NO! Truly I’d rather watch paint dry. I followed her up the stairs into a room. Stopping in my tracks my jaw dropped. I thought she would be one of those girly girls with ‘pretty pink walls’ but no. Her room was a mirror image of mine. Black walls with lyrics from songs graffiti across her walls in white and red.
She had a huge stand of CD’s in the corner of the room. She may as well own a music store. A flat screen TV sat next to a pile of DVD’s. This girl could almost be my twin. Wait. Oh no I didn’t, I didn’t say that this bitch could be my twin nope I refuse to believe, see I’ll prove it I bet you she doesn’t like the same music as me. I walk to the stack on CD’s.
Steph’s POV:
A watched as Simran looked through my CD’s. What the hell was she doing? She took one of them out. Oh my... bitch, don’t touch my life.
“Holy crap you like Breaking Benjamin!” she basically yelled. If she says anything about my likes of music I swear I’ll kill her.
“Um... yeah they one of my favourite bands.” Sigh.
“That’s so cool I love them. You don’t happen to have any Tokyo Hotel albums do you?” She asked cheerfully.
“Yeah,” I walked over to my stack. Bending down I searched the stack.
“...s... ta...te... Oh here we go.” I pulled out Tokyo Hotel’s album Don’t Jump. She snatched it from me hands.
“Oh my Gosh, can I borrow this.”
“Um...sure.” I said unsure to her sudden hipper happy side. Was she high, doubt it.
X X X X X X
“I’m so going to win!” Simran yelled.
“In your dreams!”
The song started we both played our air guitars laughing our heads off.
Long ago
Just like the hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you
Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
Came a time
When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend to leave and then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide?
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight.
We sung along to the music. The game ended and showed our scores. Simran = 89, Steph = 88.
“What?!”
“Yes! I win!” she stuck her tongue out at me playfully.
I laughed. “By 1 point.”
“Yeah but I still won.” I pouted
“Fine I admit you win.” She grinned.
We both laughed, played games, listen to music the rest of the night. We became great friends. Soon enough I started trusting her to tell her my secrets.
*End of Flashback*
“You’re time is up. Now for the 10th question. But before that, if you don’t get the 10th question correct then you will be immediately FAIL!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Every writer wants to know how there doing, how they can improve etc.
and well I just noticed I'M A WRITER so..
you no the drill
VOTE
COMMENT
FAN
because I want to imporve this story for your enertainment XD
YOU ARE READING
The Definition of Death ~Discontinued~ (Naruto Fan Fiction)
FanfictionThis story is now discontinued. I have decided that the story is not going to direction that I want and I feel as if it is no longer a joy to write. I hope you understand. GOOD NEWS though, after immense planning and rearranging of my plot I have de...
