My Immortal || The Worst FanFiction of History || [With Commentary.]

[Chapter One Through Five] || With Commentary ||

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok! [Flame it all! Flame on!]

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. [You sleep in a coffin and you drink human blood. Did that come from Draco's body? Since, 'ya know.] My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. [Whoever you got that from must have been a giant. Or you're just a twig.] Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun. [Why do we need these details now? It's getting repetitive already.]

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) [Oh great, more Mary Sue's.] woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.) [Why! Stop!]

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly. [Like, oh my fucking god. Why were you two talking!]

"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing. [I wonder if a blush would even show up on her face.]

"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall. [Oh yes. I like the fuck after seeing him once.]

"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted. [Liar.]

"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me. [Nice timing, douche.]

"Hi." he said. [Hola.]

"Hi." I replied flirtily. [Gross; and what the fuck is a flirtily. Is that even a word.]

"Guess what." he said. [I'm a douche.]

"What?" I asked. [He's a douche.]

"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me. [The fuck. Why would Good Charlotte come to a school for witches and wizards when they could use a god-mod spell and actually make it happen. Gasp! I bet that's what happened! Illuminati!]

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR. [No one cares.~]

"Well.... do you want to go with me?" he asked. [Horrible plots mean horrible timing for relationships to start.]

I gasped. [Shit.]

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                                                                                [Chapter Three]

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. [I have nothing to say about this horrible way of grammar. You ruin many brain cells. And so am I by doing this. You're fucking welcome.]