I stormed out of my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

“Where are they?” I demanded, turning to my older brother.

“What?” He looked innocent enough…

“My MCR posters. Where. Are. They.”

“I dunno. Where ever you put them last.” He said, shrugging his shoulders as if to rid himself of a burden.

“Richy! Richy! Darling, where’s my Richkins?”

We both heard the shrill cry of my brother’s girlfriend. Jesus Christ, she was a bitch who had slept with most of the town’s population.

“Yes, Richy, hadn’t you best get back to prostitute number one?”

“Don’t call that…I’m sure you’d like her if you got to know her.”

“Yeah, like her as much as I like my fucking face.” I scowled and walked into my room, colliding with a tall guy. His hair was a dark blonde and was slightly longer than the average haircut.

“Ummm. Yeah. Sorry.” He muttered, crimson.

“What the FUCK are you doing in my room?!” I screamed at him.

An annoyed expression came over his face.

“My sister told me to see if there were any hot guys here, her being the airheaded socialite of the year.” He muttered, embarrassed.

“Couldn’t you have just walked the normal way? Climbing through my bedroom window is so Nineties.” I said, quoting the bitch who had said that to me.

“Pfft. Get with the times, Flower Power. Window’s in, door’s out.”

Hey, this guy was kinda cool. And he just called me Flower Power.

“Um, yeah. So your sister can meet my brother if she wants. He’s in with the crowd, and only going out with a whore.” I changed the subject.

“Yeah. So, how’s school?”

Shit! I was late!

“Yep. Time to go, Engie Bengie.” I shouted at him, while running through various rooms to grab my rucksack.

AN. Yes, I am sorry the stories are so short. It’s just…school and stalker guys, you know?

So…I’ve been busy.

Doing a lot of stuff, not much of it interesting.

Sorry about the swearing. My character’s like “ARGH!”

Thanks for the reviews guys. I heart them and you. 