Shaved My Past, Defining, My Hair. [on hold]

Chapter 1

Authors Note:

Lets start by saying our names are Annie and Laura, we share this account together.

Laura: I technically, don't enjoy reading stories of a genre i dislike, i read stories simular to the genre of this story, I hope you enjoy reading it; afterall, it is our first work. (: Comment below on what you think about it so far?

Annie: LULS. what she said ^^^^^ (:

Laura: .... IS THAT ALL YOU WROTE?!?!?!

Anywho, lets get back to the story,  theres also an image on the right- a picture of Amelle Berrabah who plays Dionne ;), well.. the current Dionne i should say ;), sorry if the picture of Amelle isn't clear or good.

NOTE: 

This chapter contain rude words, including the s(hit) and d(amn) word. And words about the body. Read with your own safety and will, ROFL im making it sound like a horror story, but yes. If you don't like mean words, then just 'scim-scam' the rude words.

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Chapter 1 - Shaved My Past, Defining, My Hair.

Dionne

So its like every typical morning, wake up, turn the damn alarm off, get dressed, brush teeth, eat or just run out the house. Somehow, today was some what different.

"Dionne hun, wake up, you're late!" mum screeching the hell off, getting my pillow and smacking it across my face.

Honestly, who does that? Looking at my alarm, '8.39'. Crap. I'm late, but seriously, i had no time to react to how late i was. School starts at 8.45, it takes me about 10 minutes to walk?, afterall its the first term of our new year group, grade 10.

Slipping on my favourite grey track bottoms, with a yellow vest adding a special touch of my awesome red vans. Decent, don't you think? I brushed my hair and ran; and yes, i did brush my teeth, shower, and every other thing that is involved in 'cleaning myself' up.

"Mum, I'm leaving, bye." slamming the door before she could even say anything, like seriously; i didn't wanna hear her nag about my clothing.

As usual, the same things again and again, trees, big houses i admire, hot guys in cars, hot sports car for sure, and weird losers who wear trousers like Simon Cowell. Not that i dislike Simon Cowell, it's just... his trousers are too high, noone wants to see that, seriously? But there seemed to be a missing piece, or thing.

"Hey, babe." a huskily yet deep sexy voice muttered behind me.

Obviously, i assumed no one to talk to me; i wasn't definition of babe, nor did anyone call me babe. It was just, unusual for someone who has a sexy voice to just randomly call my name whilst im signaturing my name on the floor as i walk.

"Dionne." he awkwardly said my name.

Turning around, wondering who it was.

"BOOOOOO! It'saaa meeee mario!" sarcastically said Ethan.

This was the missing thing. Ethan Gayler is my bestfriend, he acts really feminine i guess, in other words, he is gay, but the player and weak and feminine type. Also, his name gives away the 'gay' part. I've known him for years, in simple forms; he's my childhood bestfriend. But who knew he'd turn out gay till he told me his cloaked number 1 priority secret, wait does priority even fit in this? Anyways, it was something about having a boner to a certain guy; i don't think i remember though. I think it was rising towards guy 2. Therefore as you should now know; i am very bad at remembering names, especially of people who don't seem to catch my eyes or attention, so i name them guy or girl, 1 2 3 4 5 etc.

''Damn, Ethan! that was so uncool'' i frowned.

''Aww i'm sorry munchkin'' He pulled me in for a bear hug and kissed me on the cheeks before releasing me.

''Stop that you're making me look lesbian!'' He then looked at me seriously then bursted into laughter.

''Never darling never, now lets get popping''

"You mean, walking? How about let's play our favourite game."

Our favourite game is called, describe a slut with the strongest word(s) ever. Awesome right?, my best word is 'slut', Ethan's is 'manipulated whore mangina fake ass pushup bra tits', something around there, he is very specific and detailed, he'd even describe it in intense viewpoints for you to actually fully understand the situations, eg. how he first learned to wear a condom. Pretty much disturbing.

Approximately, 5 minutes later after dissing sluts; i suppose we were at the back of the school entrance of Fitch High. Ethan stretching his muscular arms as he started laying down on the dried log which had been cut off a oak tree.

"That .. was .. the .. worst .. five .. minutes .. of .. my life" sighing heavily as if he had ran a mile.

''Ethan.. get up before i drag you by the ears and uppercut your face'' I boredly spoke as he ignored slowly raising his middle finger.

Now seeing that middle finger made me want to punch him up to the sky- as if i was ken from street fighter, my special punch known as 'the uppercut'. Punching his arm he let out a feminine moan; which gave the surrounding people the wrong intention.

"You are beast" he snorted "I'm not kidding, this is real shit you're stronger than hulk!"

I smirked letting out a low chuckle and carried on walking, noone underestimated me, Dionne Kneller.

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Just a short chapter to get you to know dionne and ethan better? Tell us what you think, and probably ideas on what we should include in future chapters :), i should be able to write more chapters soon, although i (laura) don't usually go on laptop / use internet as often, but maybe using my mobile to upload will be great :).

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