So my start is sorta serious but being emo is serious, and. I myself know that I'm not a depressed emo I'm like mentally retarded and on shrooms all the time. But! Sandra Longtree (for those of you havengt read my first book.) will be like me.... Unpredictible. So yeah and I promise ill try to keep the swear words to limmit per chàppie. And also I need some name ideas and a cover. Mucho mucho amor <3
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I pull my hood over my head, letting my skull candy adjust. I sigh safely knowing that I have my BMTH on well I endure another new girl day. Shyt five school in the last two years Sandra Longtree your amazing. I twist my fingers crossed hoping that it wasn't full of richy richy snobbie preps, who get scared of slipknot just because of their masks.
Aw flipping orange smurfs! This years ganna suck if there are.
I laugh knowing that I always have the option of skinning them alive.
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I walk in admittedly regretting ever steping through the front doors. Holly pink tricycles its a prep hell hole! I turn around about to make a run for it when some bald hobo comes up to talk to me.
"Welcome Ms.Longtree, let's agree we won't hurt no one today and have a great first day,shall we?" Do I suspect a challenge? I grinned my whickedest grin I could muster up. The priciple frowned deep and walked into the office as I followed.
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I walk in the into the class as the teacher takes attendence. I walk in grinning like dope.
"Ahh, Ms. ShotTrever?"
"Nope its Ms. Yah-diic-zuker,sir." I grin, completely ignoring the giggling class.
"Well Ms. Diczucker-" I interupt, how dare that peanut terd mess up my fake name!
"Its YAH-diczuker its like you but yah saw it with me now yah yah yah yah!" I dance around singing yah.
"Ms.Longtree,"
"Its youdicksucker...." Silence.
"Aw did I really say it right? Well fuck a smurf and call me slim shaddy." I frown
"MS.LONGTREE AFTER SCHOOL DUBBLE DETENTION!" Peanut terd. I giggle.
"So sir lord potty, were do I sit?" I questioned. The teacher rubbed his brow and pointed to the back. I skipped over to a desk held together by duck tape and carved into so much it was paper thin.
"Hey this looks like the one I had back home in detention but my other one was green." I sigh, but sit down anyways allowing giggles and smirks be throwned my way. Oh yeah I like it here. I leaned back in my chair pulling my mud covered boots on the desk, and fell asleep.
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Okay so yeah this is just so that you can get a feel of Sandras personality. Next chappie is Justins yay?
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Scarlett Drops
General FictionSandra Longtree a blood donor to her own sick obbsession, finds it hard to cope with her soul mate and her mental problems that are invisible to her and the world. Will she except the help? Or kick it in the crouch and jump the cliff. Sandra Longtre...