What a Girl Wants ~ON HOLD~

Payback, Bitch.

OMG YOU GUYS. I AM SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT THE SUPER LONG WAIT. My grandpa just died, so I have been sorting everything out and grieving. Plus, I had some hard-ass writers block. So here’s my latest upload. And while it may not be the best I have ever done, It’s still up. I’m going to continue on with my story, and I want to know something. Do you guys want me to upload 3-4 times a week and the uploads be really short, like a page, or do you want me to upload 1-2 times a month and the be really long (6-7 pages)

ANYWHO. The song on the right is “Blackout” by Breathe Carolina, and I am in love with it. I think it suites Ell, because she’s “only getting started”, aha, I know. Puny. LOL. Sooo Vote. Comment. Fan

AND CHECK OUT MY NEW STORY! It’s called “Loving Death” and here is the description

“Esmerie is heir to the throne of France. She is destined-or doomed-to marry the man that her parents have chosen for her. What happens when she starts to have feelings for his brother? What happens when said brother is also Death himself?

Yes, yes, not very long, but it’s goooood :D

LOVE. <3

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“Alright, I’m ready. Lets go 007 on her ass.” I had to laugh. I couldn’t not. What he just said paired with the position he was in now, pressed to the wall like a spy, and the fact that he was completely 100% serious, made me die. Oh Dan, what am I going to do with you? I asked myself affectionately.

“Alright. Her locker combination is 20-30-16.” I told him He opened it.

“Here they are” I handed him the huge, squirmy, heavy bag from Lulu Lemon, and he dumped the contents of the bag into the locker.

5000 huge purple earthworms were now residing on the bottom half of the Heather Lockley’s locker. Well, minus the few that fell out and were squirming on the ground.

“Close it!” I whisper yelled at Dan. He slammed the locker shut, clicked the lock closed, and burst out into loud guffaws.

“Shut up!” I hissed at him, but started giggling myself

He tried to quiet his obnoxious laughter, but only managed to tone it down slightly. I just gave up after checking the time. It was quarter after 8. I had gotten to the school at about 8, and conveniently there is a bait and tackle shop right across from our school. I, always sensible, had $20 in my bag that I bring everywhere in case it’s needed. Like right now. Dan chipped in another $10, and we were ready to go. Now all that was left to do was sit and wait.

We didn’t have to wait long. Heather always gets here at 8:18 exactly. It’s weird. Kind of like OCD. Regardless, the hallways were pretty much filled up by now, and Danny and I just had to move so we could see her. We had moved the worms that were on the ground so she was completely clueless when she opened her locker. Heh-heh.

“AAAAAAAAAAGH!” she screeched out at the top of her lungs as 5000 worms fell into her hair, shirt, face, and everything else. She freaked. She jumped around, and even pulled her shirt off.

Everyone, and I do mean everyone, just stood there real quiet for a minute.

“Who. Did. This.” Heather choked out, half naked. That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I burst out laughing as hard a I possibly could. Soon, Danny joined in, then the rest of the school population did. It was just a whole group of laughing people. Not really nice laughter, but hey. Bitch deserved it. I was doubled over now, and crying because I was laughing so hard. Then it happened. He walked in. The jerk who basically ruined my life for the immediate future. Asshole.

“Etheeeeeeeee! Look what Ell did to me! She’s just jealous, but she didn’t have to be so mean.” she whined to Ethan. Ew. God. I can’t believe we were ever friends.

“Well that wasn’t very nice.” Ethan replied shortly, eyeing Heather with distaste.

“Do something baby!” her face was the personification of the sluttish version of a ‘sad face’ emoticon, what with her bare chest stuck out for the world to see. Ugh. When I say bare, I mean she did have a bra on, it just barely covered her up though. She isn’t like me. She doesn’t have medium, perky breasts. No, hers are HUGE. I mean, she got implants. At 17. Yeah. I know. Gross. No they sagged. *Barf*

Anyways, it was tiny, black, and lacy. You could practically see her nipples! Gross!

“Now, now Ell. What did you go and do that for.” He asked, looking directly at me. I felt my world crumble again, but masked it. I’m a great actress. I just wiped my eyes, put on my most innocent face, and looked at him through my big hazel eyes and said

“Why, I just gave your slut an excuse to take her shirt off in public. We all know she’s a bit of an exobitionist.” I heard a few kids snicker behind me

“Really now. It wouldn’t have anything to do with your pms, would it?” he asked me with a glare

“Oh I‘m sorry, did you need a tampon? I know I have an extra one here somewhere! I know it’s your time too.” with a bright smile, I delivered my line, and went into my bag to grab my extra one. It was pink. I tossed it at him

“Here, now you can pretend to feel beautiful on the inside too!” Ha.

He just looked at me speechless. Sucker. And now, was my time to strike the final blow. I gave Dan the signal. The one we worked out that when we were walking to the tackle shop. When I moved to put my hair up, he would come in all manly and boy friendly and tell me we had to go. He grabbed my hand and intertwined my fingers and his.

“Come on Ell, let’s go babe.” he said while kissing my temple. “I want to go talk to you. Alone.” I could almost hear the smirk, and feel that the direction of it was at Ethan. Damn. Could that boy act. I leaned back, feeling his warmth

“Alright Danny” I whispered, turned on my heel, looked over my shoulder at the gapping Ethan and gave him a smirk with Dan trailing behind me.

Yea,

I thought. Pay backs a bitch.