Hi guys :o this is my first story so dont kill me o.o! (This story has no offense meaning to anyone o.o)
"Sh*t" I realize running won't save me...oh I never told you who I was. I'm Damien, clearly I'm in the middle of death. I should tell you from the beginning. I'm the fag emo who nobody gives a sh*t about, not even when their dead. Stupid swag kids drive me f*cking crazy here...Another day at school writing in my diary I guess you could say...I'm 14 and frankly I'm told I look older then my actual age. I have snakebites,black hair, a avenged sevenfold hoodie, my ripped jeans with chains and my converses on today..."Hey emo fag!" Sigh....right on cue...the swag fag who just called half my name is Kevin, he hates my guts... "Let me see that diary of yours pretty boy!" Ugh.... " The hell do you think I'd give it to you for?" He put me in a choke hold against the school hallway " Unless you want to die suffering I suggest you hand me it." I spit in his face and he reached for my diary... I dont know what happened, as soon as he touched my diary, everything went blank...I came back to my senses and noticed he had a black eye and was partially bleeding. I dont know what I did but I guess I beat him up? " you'll f*cking pay for this Damien..." he said that as he ran down the hall and I picked up my diary, time to get this hell day over with.
