Post by Phanomel on Dec 8, 2007 12:12:17 GMT -8
(Spur of the moment idea)
Some things in life are better than others. The best time in my life; The first time I saw you.
But that's skipping ahead a bit, isn't it? I should start with introducing myself. My name is Shadow. No, that's not my real name, but that's what you're going to call me. I'm from London, and wasn't exactly happy about it. There were too many people. Then again, that could have just been the stupid girls gathering around my house.
Before I was even a year old, both my parents were killed. No, don't say you're sorry, because I know you aren't. You don't know me, you never knew them, and quite frankly, I don't give a shit that they're gone. My life probably would have been worse.
My Aunt Elizabeth took me in, and I ended up with privat tudors, my own wing of the house, the whole shibang. Of course, I skipped all my lessons, and never stayed the night in my own bed. My dear Aunt barely even saw me after I turned thirteen. That's about the age that I met my boys Charlie, Figg, and Raun. Of course, Figg didn't have his name quite yet, but for his sake, I'm not revealing his secrets.
After two years of not seeing me, my dear Aunt let me go to an actual private school. Other people! Not quite. Jackasses, (bad!)s, those "jocks" that act like their all powerful but can't take a punch worth shit. Should sound very familiar to you. Of course, that didn't last too long for me. Charlie came up with an idea after a long night in their appartment, and we started a little band. Yeah, we didn't stay little for too long either, as you know, because we're now one of the biggest rock bands in the world.
As anyone can tell you, it's always hard at first. Well, it wasn't for us. We got into the business quite smoothly, and we've been ruling the world for quite a few years now. Not literally ruling the world, but you know.
Everyone knows our story up to this poing, but no one knows much beyond that. We decided to take a break, and go to the US for a year or two. Just get a break from all the people.
We ended in a medium sized place. Thankfully not a city. Charlie's about twentythree at this point, and he forced us to go to the school here. Sadly, I found that this place was the same as back home. (bad!)s, jackasses, and whimps.
Our identities were disguised by our awesome selves for a while. No one noticed, and if anyone was smart enough to figure out that we actually look a bit like those "awesome people!" they'd accuse us of being obsessed and pathetic. Yeah, they thought we were posers, trying to look just like them. Or, something like that.
First day of school: Hell. Not much went on, except a fight. I won of course.
After school: Relaxing. This was the best day of my life. The one I talked about before. I was sitting up in my room, which happens to be the highest room in the house, and I was staring out the window. I wasn't trying to stalk anyone or anything. I was just bored, and upset. Charlie had given me some long lecture that I can't even remember anyore.
I noticed a girl as she passed by the front gate. I thought she was all alone at first. Just the way her hair shined in the sunlight forced me to stare. Then, the same damn kid I beat up appeared, and put his arm around her shoulder. I barely even remember him there now. Just her. And that's the way I like it. That's the way it should have been. Just her. No one else.
Anyways, I forced myself to talk to her a bit in school. Just a bit here and there, so she actually knew me a little better. Naturally, I felt so comfortable, I spilt a little more than I had wanted. We started becoming best friends. Not how I had planned it, but it worked for me. Besides her stupid boyfriend. He kept screwing everything up right after I'd fix it. I'd talk to her on the phone for an hour or so, and he'd figure out, threaten us both, and we'd stop talking for a few days.
Eventually, the Christmas dance came along. She had forced me to ask one of her friends. "Give her a chance!" She insisted. I gave in, just because she asked me to. So now I'm stuck with a date that I know's only going with me because she's heard a rumor about our identities, and the girl I really like is the one that set it up. This Amber isn't even like me in any way. She seems like one of those pop, or rap people, or whatever they listen to.
Following the little tradition people have unconciously set, I went to pick her up. Her father wasn't the most pleasurable person to talk to. We were there for quite a while, while he quized me on random things about life. We arrived back at the school before Katrina. That was the most boring, and long ten minutes of my life.
(And that's all I have for now. *evil laugh* You must wait for more.)
Some things in life are better than others. The best time in my life; The first time I saw you.
But that's skipping ahead a bit, isn't it? I should start with introducing myself. My name is Shadow. No, that's not my real name, but that's what you're going to call me. I'm from London, and wasn't exactly happy about it. There were too many people. Then again, that could have just been the stupid girls gathering around my house.
Before I was even a year old, both my parents were killed. No, don't say you're sorry, because I know you aren't. You don't know me, you never knew them, and quite frankly, I don't give a shit that they're gone. My life probably would have been worse.
My Aunt Elizabeth took me in, and I ended up with privat tudors, my own wing of the house, the whole shibang. Of course, I skipped all my lessons, and never stayed the night in my own bed. My dear Aunt barely even saw me after I turned thirteen. That's about the age that I met my boys Charlie, Figg, and Raun. Of course, Figg didn't have his name quite yet, but for his sake, I'm not revealing his secrets.
After two years of not seeing me, my dear Aunt let me go to an actual private school. Other people! Not quite. Jackasses, (bad!)s, those "jocks" that act like their all powerful but can't take a punch worth shit. Should sound very familiar to you. Of course, that didn't last too long for me. Charlie came up with an idea after a long night in their appartment, and we started a little band. Yeah, we didn't stay little for too long either, as you know, because we're now one of the biggest rock bands in the world.
As anyone can tell you, it's always hard at first. Well, it wasn't for us. We got into the business quite smoothly, and we've been ruling the world for quite a few years now. Not literally ruling the world, but you know.
Everyone knows our story up to this poing, but no one knows much beyond that. We decided to take a break, and go to the US for a year or two. Just get a break from all the people.
We ended in a medium sized place. Thankfully not a city. Charlie's about twentythree at this point, and he forced us to go to the school here. Sadly, I found that this place was the same as back home. (bad!)s, jackasses, and whimps.
Our identities were disguised by our awesome selves for a while. No one noticed, and if anyone was smart enough to figure out that we actually look a bit like those "awesome people!" they'd accuse us of being obsessed and pathetic. Yeah, they thought we were posers, trying to look just like them. Or, something like that.
First day of school: Hell. Not much went on, except a fight. I won of course.
After school: Relaxing. This was the best day of my life. The one I talked about before. I was sitting up in my room, which happens to be the highest room in the house, and I was staring out the window. I wasn't trying to stalk anyone or anything. I was just bored, and upset. Charlie had given me some long lecture that I can't even remember anyore.
I noticed a girl as she passed by the front gate. I thought she was all alone at first. Just the way her hair shined in the sunlight forced me to stare. Then, the same damn kid I beat up appeared, and put his arm around her shoulder. I barely even remember him there now. Just her. And that's the way I like it. That's the way it should have been. Just her. No one else.
Anyways, I forced myself to talk to her a bit in school. Just a bit here and there, so she actually knew me a little better. Naturally, I felt so comfortable, I spilt a little more than I had wanted. We started becoming best friends. Not how I had planned it, but it worked for me. Besides her stupid boyfriend. He kept screwing everything up right after I'd fix it. I'd talk to her on the phone for an hour or so, and he'd figure out, threaten us both, and we'd stop talking for a few days.
Eventually, the Christmas dance came along. She had forced me to ask one of her friends. "Give her a chance!" She insisted. I gave in, just because she asked me to. So now I'm stuck with a date that I know's only going with me because she's heard a rumor about our identities, and the girl I really like is the one that set it up. This Amber isn't even like me in any way. She seems like one of those pop, or rap people, or whatever they listen to.
Following the little tradition people have unconciously set, I went to pick her up. Her father wasn't the most pleasurable person to talk to. We were there for quite a while, while he quized me on random things about life. We arrived back at the school before Katrina. That was the most boring, and long ten minutes of my life.
(And that's all I have for now. *evil laugh* You must wait for more.)
