It was Monday, a stupid Monday. Bad thing, I have to go to school. Good thing, I get to have practice with the band today. Technically I live alone, unless a cat counts as a roommate.
For some reason I have decided to wear all black today. Then again When do I not wear all black. I grabbed my a random black t-shirt and my half black- half black plad pants. Just so it would match I put on my black knee high converse, and my black monster hat, and fingerless gloves. For some reason I grabbed my black buckle bracelet and then went to the bathroom to straighten my hair, brush my teeth, and put my steriotypical black emo eyeshdow on.
After I was done with all that shit, I went to get my bookbag and got all my stuff together. On my way out the door I grabbed a Starbucks from the fridge, and my skateboard.
On the way downstairs in my apartment I decided to plug in my phone for music. The first song that came on was A Little Piece Of Heven by Avenge Sevenfold. At the moment that I got outside I threw my skateboard down on the ground and jumped on. As I got to the school gates I jumped off my board and strapped it on my bookbag, then went in the school gym to meet up with my friends and the band. Once I got there some random fellow emo screamed my name and I flashed a 'Rock On' hand signal to them. I met up with my friends and then finnaly we started a random conversation about some random shit.
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Cupcake Killer
Teen Fiction15 year old Ireland McLaren. Emo,Punk, and a skater. Her friends don't understand her at all, and she cant have a boyfriend to save her life. She plays guitaur for her band named The Cupcake Killers. Not only is she the led giutaur plyer for the ban...
