September 15
My name is Michael Fairplay and I am 17 years old. I am a self-appointed Narc. Some might hate me for it but I doin't care. My God loves me and that is all that matters. I've been raised in a Straight-Edge/Conservative Catholic/Republican family.
We are anti-homosexuality. People like that should burn in hell. I'm not a homophobe because that would mean that I was scared of the abominations when I'm not. My God will protect me. I would kill them if I could.
Today is my first day here. I've never been told that I had to weite in a journal for a grade before. Easy A!
-Mike
I was ready to handle this school. It would be cake. "Mr Fairplay would you please trade journals with Mr. Anaretti." I turned my head and looked in the direction she pointed. I was appalled.
There sat a boy who must have spawned from the devil. He had headphones in his ears, his hair was jet black with blood red on the underside of his bangs, his clothes were all black, and he had on a Falling In Reverse t-shirt. There was paint on his nails and he had multiple piercings.
I looked back at the teacher to make sure I was looking at the right person. “Go Mr. Fairplay.” I got up and walked over to the black hole that was to be my English Partner.
“Hello, I’m Michael Fairplay and I’m told that you will be my partner.” he didn’t look up at me. I remembered that he was wearing headphones. So I set my note book down on his desk a little harshly so it would get his attention. Then I grabbed what I assimed was his. As I pulled my arm away I felt someone grab my wrist extremely tightly and then realized it was the boy. I finally saw his face for real and his eyes were the thing I noticed. They were big and purple and intense and purple and could see through you. I had never seen purple eyes beofre. I looked soen ant the hand crushing my wrist and saw a pentegram. “Get your hands from hell off of me now! You Satanist!”
“Give. Me. Back. My. Book. NOW!” he growled through clenched teeth. I dropped it on his desk and he let me go.
“I’m your partner, I need it.”
He muttered something that sounded like, “For fuck’s sake” and handed me a different notebook. I opened it:
9/15
What if the devil was a lie?
What if God did not exist?
So with all do respect,
Please tell me what is death,
If life is just a Bitch!
Fuck my life
-Daemon
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[A/N: Hey people Okay so If you want another chapter please please please!!! coment!!!! I won't wright another one until i know someone wants it! I hope you like it and NO OFFENCE!!! to gays personally i love gays just like I love everyone else so please don't do not be offended it is just his messed up over controlled way of thinking and it takes a major roll in the story!
Thanks,
Amelia Andresen]
