Midnai Black

There I was, in the most boring room ever. The one I dread more than ever. Math. Watching the teacher write on the board, stupid things, like, x+n=w+(1500)(60). Feeling the tug of my black shaded eyes, slowly drooping. Slower and slower, being tugged into sleep. Laying my arms on my desk to act as a pillow, and closing my eyes, to fall asleep. WHAM!!! My desk rung out, as I bolted upright, there was the teacher, Ms. Felopey, ruler in hand, half of it laying on my desk. "What do you think you're doing Midnai Black!?" Millions of things to say were racing in my head, so I picked the most gothic one I could think of. "Trying to have a nightmare, but now I just realized, math's worse than a nightmare, I just now like math." Ms. Felopey glared down at me with a stare that said, one-more-peep-out-of-you-and-you're-going-to-the-principles-office. It was a glare I was getting used to, I recieved it everyday anyway. "You know you can express yourself in school, and everything, but this gothic thing has got to stop! It's just not healthy!" She screamed out in my face. "Who are you to tell me what isn't good for me!?" I replied with a look that could kill. "Because I am your mother, and you will NOT talk to me like that." She got me there. She was my mother, but I still called her Ms. Felopey. She was never a good mother, ever. She was divorced, 5 times, and was a suspected murderer, that had left no proof behind, if she had. "You're the worst mom ever." I muttered under my breath. "What did you just say young lady!?" I wanted this to be done and over with. "Nothing Ms. Felopey, now can we please get back to the subject, we're making a scene." Sure enough, people were staring. Who wouldn't? If it were up to me, I would too. "Fine." Ms. Felopey said, with a glance that said, haha-I-win-you-lose. 

Well at least now my eyes weren't drooping anymore with that latest drama just barely. So I decided to draw, all over my math paper, just to get on my mothers nerve. I started drawing, the full moon, with a decaying apple, on a tree with spiny skeletol fingers. At the bottom, a girl was sitting, waiting. Waiting for what? She didn't even know. She just woke up there. I decided to name her, so I highlighted a name, right beside her. 'Hmm, what should I name her?' I thought to my self. Then I thought of the most perfect name for her. Zoey Thompson. Yes I had to include her last name too. I always did. To my interest, I liked this drawing, and decided to write a story to go with it. I took out a blank composition book, then started to write out a story, about the poison apple, up in the tree. Or how the moon glowered at her in the night, staring at her beauty. 'So here I go' I thought to myself.