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Warning: There is swearing and violence.
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I walked through the lavish building called Ouran High School, playground for the rich and good looking. I walk through the crowd of richly dressed people. I stuck out like a sore thumb, with my tight ripped black jeans, my spray painted on muscle shirt, and my black hoodie with a skull and crossbones on the front. My faded black air-walk converse slapping the marble flooring. My short messy (F/C) hair was dyed black, the front right side was bleached and dyed a deep teal. My skin was naturally pale, but I had a slight tan, the only make-up I wore was some black eye liner. The eye liner made my (F/C) eyes pop out, emphasizing my pale, sparkling (F/C) eyes. I had been assigned a guide, Kyouya Ootori, but I had ditched him a while ago. He had a stick up his ass, in my opinion, he also asked way too many questions. I had my black electric guitar strapped to my back. There were a few songs that I wanted to practice and check them before showing them to my band, Devil’s Plaything. I looked for a music room to practice in, but they all were in use. I stop outside music room # 3. I open the door and… It’s set up like a freaking tea parlor. I found a small stage like area, and I set up, finding a sound system and amp, along with a microphone. I lean into the mike, strumming my guitar, and I sing in a deep husky voice.
“Faster than a bullet train,
She’s like bang bang,
You won’t even feel the pain,
She’s like bang bang.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hikaru’s P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My twin and I had walked to the club room, to find that guitar music was coming from it. We get curious, because the only person who would be this early is Kyouya, and I don’t think he plays the guitar. We sneak in behind a couch that hides us from the intruder’s view. We sneak in behind a couch that hides us from the intruder’s view. We peek over the top of the couch to see a punk rocker, who looks about our age. He had black hair, and the right front was a deep teal. We had to admit, he had a pretty good fashion sense. We watched as he sang, mesmerized.
“Faster than a bullet train,
She’s like bang bang,
You won’t even feel the pain,
She’s like bang bang,
You read that I was bad news,
Before you even met me,
You know the dudes I hang with,
They ain’t exactly friendly,
99 bottle on the wall until they’re empty,
