I started a new story, so sue me.

I cut my hair again, exactly how I identified Tylan’s in my Story, -points at computer screen with a yawn-

Its bloody cold out here in Surrey, -shivers- Snow for the past week.

Too much of it.

And the damn idiots haven’t even closed the school, So here I am, trudging through like…..Knee deep snow to get to my bus stop –evil look-

Oh well, -shakes head- I rant out my problems up here because almost no one actually reads it.

AJ (My girlfriend) is getting to me, I don’t know why but I get pissed off and I feel claustrophobic when I’m around her. She dresses like….Revealing too.

She hasn’t got to know me yet, and she’s kind of dense….I hate stupid people.

I don’t know what the fuck to do.

Talk to me if you have any ideas?

In other breaking matters, READ THIS ITS IMPORTANT!

I’m thinking about quitting writing my stories.

I get really depressed when I get like…two reviews for my story.

Damn…Five reviews for my paper heart in about two weeks, if not, I think I might stop.

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“Ohhhh, I’ve been working on the railroad, all the-“

“Shut the hell up” the voice grunted from under the beds green sheets.

“Take a spoon full of sugar, makes the medicine – GO DOWN!”

“No Marry Poppins” the voice from the bed came and once again the shape scrunching up into the fetal position, almost whimpering when he heard his sister huff and think of a new song.

“Itttt’sssss…..”

“Oh no”

“A small…”

“Dear lord No!”

“World after all! It’s a small world after all! Oof! Hey you bitch!”

Sitting up Tylan looked at his sister on the floor, his pillow next to her, feathers seeping out and over the cut like gash in it.

“You killed my pillow!” screamed Tylan, “It’s bleeding!”

“Humph, next time think before you throw” she called out before walking out of the door, leaving a pitiful, sixteen year old Tylan sitting on his bed, mourning the loss of his pillow.

“You killed it!” he shouted out once more before pouting and making his way to the bathroom to get ready for school.

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Shuffling lazily out of the bathroom, after a short shower, Tylan had straightened the shaggy sides of his hair and taking his gel, he had spiked the shorter pieces in the back up.

He had also applied mascara , eyeliner and hot pink eye shadow, finishing by changing his nose ring before leaving the bathroom, the towel hanging loosely around his sharp hip bones, his ribs poking out.

“Hmm” he mumbled searching his floor for a clean shirt.

Sniff. “No…”

Sniff. “Nope…”

Sniff. “Ye-Nooo…”

Sniff. Sniff. “YES!”

Slipping the Hush Sound T-shirt on, a pair of boxers and skin tight girls jeans with holes in the knee, he then proceeded to pull on a pair of scuffed up vans on before grabbing his black messenger/book bag and heading down the hall towards the stairs, just as is sister called for him…well sort of.

It went a little something like this:

“Hey! Ty! Hurry it up! It’s almost time to- Heeeeey spongebob…!”

Shaking his head Tylan came down the stairs, just to see what he had imagined, Amanda watching spongebob, her hair in a loose bun with chopsticks, her legs curled underneath her body.

“Don’t. Move” He joked, moving towards the kitchen to get an orange juice box, water bottle and packet of pop tarts.

Coming back into the living room, Tylan balked when there was no Amanda to be found.

“Fuck! I said don’t move!” Tylan exclaimed in annoyance, surprised when Amanda trudged down the stairs in a new outfit, black and white stockings, black uneven skirt, and a warm Jack Skellington T-shirt.

Oi, it was winter after all.

“Cute” he said with a smile.

She grinned and smiled at him before grabbing her own bag and the set of car keys they shared before beckoning him out the door, where soon, both of them were situated in the car where ‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ By saliva came on the mixed CD.

Ah school, Tylan though, My dysfunctional home away from home.

…..

….

…

He loathed school.

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AIEEEEEEEEE I GOT TICKETS FOR THE EVANESENCE CONCERT ON THURSDAY!!

I’m so incredibly happy! Gah!

-giggles-

Review por favor.

Gomen