Fan Fiction ❯ Forming ❯ prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: beware_of_ninjas 
I suck at summaries, READ
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.01.2004 | Updated On: 08.01.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 605 | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
I suck at summaries, READ
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.01.2004 | Updated On: 08.01.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 605 | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
"Weak inside today?
Glassy eyed from too much pain?
Selected humans overcome to think beyond the rage
Whispered words to stab
The one who left you sad
Nothing gained, but you'll destroy what you can't have"
"Hard Words" by Thought Riot blared out of my RCA CD-Player/Alarm Clock/Radio to wake me up at 6:30 to get ready for school. I rolled over and groaned, knowing it was going to be another long year. I leaned over the side of my bed and pressed the off button on the alarm, then hopped down. Before getting ready to shower, I take a quick look around my room, looking at flyers from various punk rock and hardcore shows I have been to.
It didn't take long for me to get in and out of the shower, dressed in my Anti-Flag t-shirt and self-made plaid bondage pants, and spike my medium length dyed blue hair. I slipped on my beat up red chuck-taylor lookin dickies shoes, the right shoe with Ean Elliot's, the vocalist of Pipedown's, signature on it[1]. I grab my Alkaline Trio messanger bag and head out of the door to walk towards the bus stop. As I reach the ever familiar street corner, I hear a voice whom I haven't heard in quite some time
"If it isn't my favorite fag! Travis Standon, How goes it homesteak??" it was my life long (well, seems life long anyways) "homesteak", Steve Rizodo a rather tall mexican boy with a black devil lock(a long bang in the middle of the head that is hairsprayed to a point) that reaches his chin, dark brown eyes, clad in a Misfits(His favorite band) t-shirt and some black thrift-store jeans. Suddenly he got me in a headlock and pulled on my 7 inch liberty spikes.
"Fuck off Steve" I say laughingly while jokingly jabbing him in the stomach. By the by, if you're wondering about the whole Steve callin' me a "fag" thing, I am a bisexual male. I came out on the last day of 7th grade, which was barely 3 months ago. He was freaked for a week or so, but he finally accepted it, how could he not, we've been "homesteaks" since kindergarten. He still jokes around with it though.
"Are ya ready for the first day bro? We're in 8th grade now man!" he asked me
"I guess." I replied monotonously.
"More importantly, ARE YOU FUCKING READY FOR THE SHOW TONIGHT!!!???" he asked me exuberantly
"Normandy, Elora Dauna, Dead End Destruction, Beyond Your Eyes, The Lobstrosities, Scattered Fall!!!!!!!!!!![2] HOW COULD I FUCKING NOT BE READY!!!!!!!..... now let go of my head and stop pulling on my fucking hair."
Next thing I heard was another voice, the voice that disgusts many, it was that goddamn townie Leesha Rawn.
"Well if isn't the satan fags. Did you two have fun fucking each other in the ass while reciting the necro-whatever last night?"
I, as usual, just rolled my eyes and ignored the bitch. Steve followed suit. It was stupid how we were catagorized as satanists, even though we were both agnostics.
SHKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, it was the brake of the crazy-as-fuck bus driver, school is going to fucking suck
FIN- Chap 1
1= In real life I got Ean Elliot to sign my shoe at a show in stockton ^_^
2= these are all real bands from my area.
Glassy eyed from too much pain?
Selected humans overcome to think beyond the rage
Whispered words to stab
The one who left you sad
Nothing gained, but you'll destroy what you can't have"
"Hard Words" by Thought Riot blared out of my RCA CD-Player/Alarm Clock/Radio to wake me up at 6:30 to get ready for school. I rolled over and groaned, knowing it was going to be another long year. I leaned over the side of my bed and pressed the off button on the alarm, then hopped down. Before getting ready to shower, I take a quick look around my room, looking at flyers from various punk rock and hardcore shows I have been to.
It didn't take long for me to get in and out of the shower, dressed in my Anti-Flag t-shirt and self-made plaid bondage pants, and spike my medium length dyed blue hair. I slipped on my beat up red chuck-taylor lookin dickies shoes, the right shoe with Ean Elliot's, the vocalist of Pipedown's, signature on it[1]. I grab my Alkaline Trio messanger bag and head out of the door to walk towards the bus stop. As I reach the ever familiar street corner, I hear a voice whom I haven't heard in quite some time
"If it isn't my favorite fag! Travis Standon, How goes it homesteak??" it was my life long (well, seems life long anyways) "homesteak", Steve Rizodo a rather tall mexican boy with a black devil lock(a long bang in the middle of the head that is hairsprayed to a point) that reaches his chin, dark brown eyes, clad in a Misfits(His favorite band) t-shirt and some black thrift-store jeans. Suddenly he got me in a headlock and pulled on my 7 inch liberty spikes.
"Fuck off Steve" I say laughingly while jokingly jabbing him in the stomach. By the by, if you're wondering about the whole Steve callin' me a "fag" thing, I am a bisexual male. I came out on the last day of 7th grade, which was barely 3 months ago. He was freaked for a week or so, but he finally accepted it, how could he not, we've been "homesteaks" since kindergarten. He still jokes around with it though.
"Are ya ready for the first day bro? We're in 8th grade now man!" he asked me
"I guess." I replied monotonously.
"More importantly, ARE YOU FUCKING READY FOR THE SHOW TONIGHT!!!???" he asked me exuberantly
"Normandy, Elora Dauna, Dead End Destruction, Beyond Your Eyes, The Lobstrosities, Scattered Fall!!!!!!!!!!![2] HOW COULD I FUCKING NOT BE READY!!!!!!!..... now let go of my head and stop pulling on my fucking hair."
Next thing I heard was another voice, the voice that disgusts many, it was that goddamn townie Leesha Rawn.
"Well if isn't the satan fags. Did you two have fun fucking each other in the ass while reciting the necro-whatever last night?"
I, as usual, just rolled my eyes and ignored the bitch. Steve followed suit. It was stupid how we were catagorized as satanists, even though we were both agnostics.
SHKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, it was the brake of the crazy-as-fuck bus driver, school is going to fucking suck
FIN- Chap 1
1= In real life I got Ean Elliot to sign my shoe at a show in stockton ^_^
2= these are all real bands from my area.