Wacky Weird Boarding School Story

Chapter 1:

Hello people of the internet! I know a lot of people like my 'Emo+Prep=True Love' story, and I'm kind of having writer's block write now. So, I've been reading other people's stories and I've read a lot about a girl in an all boy's boarding school, but most of them have turned out the same: They fall in love within the first couple of days, run away, and have a baby. Woopdeedoda! So boring... well sometimes they turn out really good. Not much. So I'll show you how to do it CRAZY style.

And thanks a billion for reading and voting and stuff. I'd say I love you guys very much, but since most of you are girls.... well. Um, you guys are really cool. :O

Anyways, read, read, read!!

Chapter 1:

My motto in life: "Most people are only alive because it's illegal to shoot them." Nice saying, huh. I thought so. My parents, though, have a WAY different opinion about it. I have two brothers and one sister. And I'm the youngest. My oldest brother, Keith, says they won't have any more kids because of me. And... I believe it.

Not JUST because Keith said it, but because it's true. Keith is the perfect son. He has short brown hair and is 22. He's going into his third year of college at Harvard. He visits every other weekend, and is a straight A student. He's the average height and has an okay build. He does basketball and Math-bowl. Compared to my other brother, he's an angel.

Zeke is the devil of all devils. And I'm not just saying that either. He isn't ugly, not at all, but he is completely crazy. Not as crazy as me, of course, but pretty wacked out. He's about 5'11" and has a very nice build. He is almost 17, as am I (We're twins). And he is an evil and mischievous rebel. He and I follow the same ways in life.

Zeke and I both LOVE the color black. We both rebel like crazy and he, unlike I, is always dating someone. He is ADDICTED to love. But, his relationships never last long, maybe a week or two, but they are all losers. At least that's what he tells me. Of course... he also tells me that Keith is an alien trying to kill us all... Anyway, we both like pop tarts. (cereal is for losers). And we both like messing up our older sister's life.

Allison, like Keith, is perfect. The best daughter you could imagine, is in her senior year of high school. But she lives with our father in Kansas, instead of with us in North Dakota. She has always liked our father more, but never tells our mother. She is supposedly going to go to Duke University somewhere out East. She is going to be a heart surgeon and do all eight years of college. But, although it's fun to mess with her and send her minor things like spam emails and boxes full of pictures of her ex boyfriends, we enjoy messing with our town.

And they have had there last straw with the last stunt Zeke and I pulled... You must be wondering what happened. Well, let's just say there was a really big fire at our local high school, and gymnasium, and library, and football field... and a couple other buildings.

So, now, we are being punished. They haven't told us how or when yet, but it couldn't be that bad. I mean, the mayor is an old woman with eleven grandchildren. Two of which, are Zeke and I.

And now you know about me, with my short black hair, my bright green eyes, and my short, pixie-like form. And my family.

"Zeke and Zaney, downstairs now!" My hard working mother yelled from the living room downstairs. I rolled my eyes and stood up from my black bean bag. I ran out of my room and bumped into Zeke.

"Beat you down stairs!" He yelled, pushing past me. I laughed and ran after my obnoxious, but wonderful brother.

"You're on!" I said, picking up speed. WE pushed and shoved the whole way down, laughing like three year old's, until we ran into our step father.

"You need to stop running in the house and hurry up!" He yelled, pushing us towards the kitchen.

"Hands to yourself, Oldy." Zeke said. That's what we called our wonderful (NOTE THE SARCASM) step dad. Oldy rolled his eyes and walked us to the kitchen. When he opened the door, an old man was sitting at the kitchen table next to my mother.

"Hello Mr. Zeke. Good evening Ms. Zaney. How are you?" The man said. I rolled my eyes and said:

"What are you, another therapist?" He smiled and Zeke pulled my hand into his.

"No, I'm your new head master, and other wise your legal guardian."

HEEE HEE HEEE!! How do you like it? Please vote, comment, and fan. And read the second chapter ASAP!