I got tired of not seeing enough fem-slash so I'm making one of my of my own. I'm wondering if I should continue this or just stop so tell me what you think!!

Which means... Review!!

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Smelly, large, basketball lines on the floor, state championship flags that our school won, hideous colors of purple and orange (our school colors) painted on the wall, and a large score board adorn the wall of the room I'm in. I'll give you three guesses to guess which room it is in this hell hole of a school. Yay!! That's right, I am currently sitting on the gym floor waiting for the first day of high school to begin.

And I mean the first day of high school...

groan

Why couldn't I have ended up in some of my friend's classes, especially for first period. Sitting by yourself in the middle of the gym while everyone chatters around you is not the most encouraging look at what complete shit the next year of gym class is going to look like, and amazingly enough we haven't even started the running. Oops, knock on wood. I knock on the wood-looking floor. I bet it's actually linoleum but that's just a minor detail. Just in case, I knock on the floor a couple extra times just in case it isn't wood.

Sighing, I flick back my hair over my shoulder in an attempt to get the wildly growing hair out of my face. I actually like my hair though. It's pitch black (except for a few red high lights I put in), it's about boob length, and very shiny. It's Japanese hair and if you know what I'm talking about, kudos to you.

I'm startled out of my hair reverie when a loud bang! and a squeal reverberate across the open expanse of the gym. Accompanying these sounds was a purple haired...pixie. There was no other word for it, her. She had long shocking purple hair, brown eyes, a black studded belt, blue jeans, and a faded T-shirt making the lettering nigh impossible to read. I could also tell that she was very hyper from the way she was exuberantly hugging and chattering away with her friends, these happy sounds punctuated with excited squeals.

Once again, the noise is briefly silenced by another bang! that resounds from the gym door. This time instead of a hyper pixie was a gorgeous, oh God, one of the most gorgeous girls I had seen in a while.

Long dirty blond hair reaching her waist, fishnets, a little skirt, doc martens, a black and red shirt, leather jacket, a figure to die for, and several piercings on each side of her ear. She looks at me, makes a welcoming smile and sits over with purple haired one.

Well, it seems like high school isn't looking so bad after all.