Surviving Dimitri
You know when your feel like your in a horror movie and you feel like that dumb ass blond who starts to go to the door that obviously has a monster in it and the crowd starts screaming
"Don't go in there you dumb ass bimbo!" or "Bitch turn and run!" but of course, the chick opens the door and ironically there's the monster ready to eat her face off?
Yeah, I feel like her. Just instead of blond, I have black hair, and I have green eyes instead of the trademark blues.
I could already hear all of the screaming coming from my imaginary crowd who were yelling for me to turn and run for my life. But, of course, I was stubborn and ignored my inner movie watchers and I twisted the door knob. Slowly and soon I pulled the door to revel-
Wait! Why am I starting here? Let's start at the beginning of my day, which led up to me feeling like that blond chick!
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"Haven Morlings!" My teacher, Mr. Dumb ass pig headed yelling meany man- I mean Mr. Eclair, yelled at me, waking me up from my dreamless sleep- as he did every 1st period of my day.
"Matthew Eclair!" I imitated a girlish voice loudly, using his first name to annoy him.
"DO NOT USE MY FIRST NAME IN CLASS!" He yelled at me, most of the kids rolling their eyes at our morning squabble as they hAve done since our first match of yelling contest.
"But what about-"
"Not outside of class either!" He said, purely reading my mind like he always did.
"You really think I won't Matt?" I said with a narrow of my eyes. He knew it pissed me off when he read my mind. I could easily do it to him, but who knew what pervish thoughts were floating around his old man mind about the chicks here!
"Pervish? Old man?" He raised an eyebrow. I laughed, his expression of me calling him an old man was funny!
Okay so Matt wasn't that old, maybe his early 20s if I'm correct, with hazel brown eyes and smexy brown hair, tall, tan, muscly, and sculpted, it was funny when I called him an old man cuz he got really pissed off bout it.
"Yeah old man your old enough to be classified, I mean, you do get the senior meals for fifty and older at Denny's, right?" I asked with a giggle meaning to burst any moment.
But, before he could respond, the bell rang and I smirked, knowing I'd just win the battle.
I jumped out of my seat before he could ruin my victory, and ran to my locker. Which, some how conveniently, a tall boy leant against.
I eyed the boy who had shaggy white blond hair with black and purple streaks, bright blue eyes, and white creamy skin. He wore black skinny jeans, a black studded belt, and a black Eyes Set To Kill tee with black converse.
I walked over to him and lightly tapped him on the shoulder.
"Yo you be on my locker!" I yelled like some wanna be black chick.
He turned to me, his eyes now a light pale blue as he took me in.
I suddenly felt like was exposed, him looking me over.
My black hair was hopefully straight or wavy, my black plaid skirt, neon red tee and combat shoes hopefully not contrasting.
The bell rang and I stood there, completely still as he examined me.
"Bye Haven." And he turned and left on his heel.
"Wha- who- How in gods name do you know my name?" I yelled at his retreating figure.
