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- Aug 20, 2009
(I fucked up the first post...put it in fan-based...))
Damien sighed, relaxing in his seat and sighing, just a few more minutes of this darned school and he could got to Pixies, his girlfriends house. She was such a cute girl, and she accepted that he was a werewolf, never once threatened to tell his secret. He would have to obey her, his parents were also werewolves, and if she told, there lives and his would be ruined. He grabbed his hair and looked at the clock...it looked like it actually went BACK. He whined and closed his book, setting it in his backpack, getting ready to leave.
The bell, he stood and beat his friends out of the class, his hood up on his head as he left the school building, the rain coming down hard. HE shivered, it was getting a little chilly, and he wanted to be warm. He walked to his parking space, space number 111, and unlocked the door, getting in a turning on his car and running the heater, waiting for Pixie. His favorite song was playing, Devils Rejects by Rob Zombie. He yawned, removing his hood and sighing, relaxing. He drove a 1972 blood red camaro. He looked in his rear view mirror, wondering where the hell that girl was...
Damien sighed, relaxing in his seat and sighing, just a few more minutes of this darned school and he could got to Pixies, his girlfriends house. She was such a cute girl, and she accepted that he was a werewolf, never once threatened to tell his secret. He would have to obey her, his parents were also werewolves, and if she told, there lives and his would be ruined. He grabbed his hair and looked at the clock...it looked like it actually went BACK. He whined and closed his book, setting it in his backpack, getting ready to leave.
The bell, he stood and beat his friends out of the class, his hood up on his head as he left the school building, the rain coming down hard. HE shivered, it was getting a little chilly, and he wanted to be warm. He walked to his parking space, space number 111, and unlocked the door, getting in a turning on his car and running the heater, waiting for Pixie. His favorite song was playing, Devils Rejects by Rob Zombie. He yawned, removing his hood and sighing, relaxing. He drove a 1972 blood red camaro. He looked in his rear view mirror, wondering where the hell that girl was...