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LAWL.IM BORED. SO HERE. AN MCR ONE.

OKAY!

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 OH WAIT. I FORGOT SOMETHING. I HAVE HORRIBLE WRITING SKILLS. SO ENJOY THIS CRAP THAT CAME OUT OF VOLDEMORT'S ASS.

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"Fekkin' shat." Was the last thing I said before my fathers fist hit my face. I'm guessing you would like me to explain? Well......if you insit. I'm currently in the LOVELY state of New Jersy, or comatose. Not so sure about the last one though.....ANYWHO. I live with my older sister Jack, and my name is Alex. Obviously those aren't our full names, but I'm not tellin' you what they are. It's like Hagrid saying Voldemorts name brosive. I'll only say it once, but not now. Maybe later.....but not now.

We're pretty crazy, and random. Our appearances are about as wild as our personalities, Jack has cherry red hair and eyes that can't decide whether or not they're green or blue. I, on the other hand, have black hair with rainbow bangs.

Don't judge, because gays rock, so FUCK THE HOMOPHOBES. WHOOT! Ahem. Sorry, my eyes though, are brown. They also have color problems and can't decide which shade they wanna be. A lovely gift from my mom, who decided it was a good idea to fuck this family over and leave to California. Bitch.

Anyway, I guess I should tell you my gender. It's female if you couldn't tell. I also presume that you would like to know WHY I am currently knocked out by the hand of my father? Well, he's drunk. Yup. Drunk. And when he gets drunk, he gets abusive. If only he would quit. Nyeh. Whatever. At least Jack and I can find shelter in our lovely batcave.

Also known as our room.

I guess you wanna know what it's like in there too? Nosey fuck. Butohwell.

In our lovely chamber of secrets, there is a mighty attractive bookshelf containing the almighty works of J.R.R Tolkien, Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, also joining these lovely books would be The Chronicles of Narnia, by C.S. Lewis. Along with my multiple CD cases and our LOVELY collection of comics and mangas. Yes, MANGAS. Death Note to be precise.

 (A/N: I know Death Note wasn't released yet, but FUCKTHA POLICE, I AM A TIMELORD)

Along with the sexiness that is our bookcase, we have the walls. YES. THE. WALLS. THEY ARE SEXY AND LOVELY. Even though you can't see the paint from OVERLOAD of Green Day posters and other stuff that the author is too lazy to mention- I mean 'WHUT?'

Besides the walls, we have our beds, computers and CD player. So...yeah. ANYWHO. So, today our dad had us start at a new school. Perfect, aintit? A 14 year old and 16 year old starting a new high school three weeks before the year was over. Brilliant dad. Truly brilliant. Well then again you drink so much I highly doubt you can remember what the Internet is. SO. I guess you'd like to know what happened at school? REALLY? ok. HERE WE GO!

"Well Jack m' friend. This is it. HIGH SCOO'. ALSO KNOWN AS......HELL. ON. EARTH." She looked at me as I got in a position that greatly resembled the evil queen lady from Snow White while she was the old lady. SOMANYLADIES.

"Aww 'cmon Alex-ANDOOR! It can't be THAT bad..." I gave her my best 'orly?' face, and just to prove my point, a fuckface called over to us.

"HEY LOSERS!" and lobbed a banana at us. I looked over to Jack, who was shaking a ho-ho at them shouting,

"I'VE SEEN HAMSTERS WITH A LARGER BRAIN CAPACITY THAN YOU!" I gave her a bemused expression as she turned back to me.

"Impressive."

"WHAUT."

"You used a word with more than two syllables."

"WHATSA SYLO-BULL?"

"Bwhaha. Nevermind then" She shrugged and ate her ho-ho. As we rounded the corner, we found the administration building, and walked in to get our locker numbers and shit. As we entered the building, the secretary decided not to spare us a second glance. Orly, bitch?

"Ahem." I tried to get her attention, but she ignored me. I cast a glance to Jack and she nodded.

"HAY BITCH. WE NEED OUR SHIT!" I laughed at the startled look on her face as Jack slammed her hands on the desk. The bitch looked up at us with pure hatred in her eyes.

"What are your names?" she asked us, putting venom in ever word he spoke. We told her our names and collected our things and left, splitting into a fit of giggles once the door shut behind us.