But nobody understands

Tensions Rising

"I can see that my spells are working very well for you." Samantha says with an annoying laugh that drips with evil. I glance around her house it's gorgeous, but she probably used high class magic to build it.

"Well, here's your money. Now, we shall take our leave." I say glancing at Z. "Thanks for the tea and i'll be back tomorrow for my training."

"Oh, no need i'm done training you." She replies, smirking.

"Wait...What? Why? For how long?" I ask worriedly

"Well, forever dear. You are to much of a pain in the ass for me to keep trying to teach you something you'll never achieve. You're not worth my time. Oh, I will also stop providing the cover spell for you." She explains.

"What am I supposed to do to get the spell then?" I question worried that I won't be able to go out in public with Z anymore. I look over at him to see him practically drooling over Samantha, again. It makes me change my mind. "You know what? I don't care let's go Zalgo." I stand and start walking to the door.

"Oh, it looks like Zalgo would rather stay a little longer. Come on let him stay. I'll make sure no harm comes to him." She says silkily. I look at the two "love birds" and start to make gagging noises.

"Z if you what stay fine. Just find you're own way home. Also, make sure you don't smell like sex this time." With that I started to walk to my car the started to drive home, alone.

I walk inside and start to strip down to my black and red bra and red boy short undies. I head into the bathroom and stare at my reflection. My deep blood red hair tickling my stomach, my snow white skin is covered in dirt again, my chocolate brown eyes stare back at me, they're filled with disgust at what they see. I run to my room to grab a pair of scissors and walk back to the bathroom. I start cutting my hair, until it only reaches my chin. I attempt to style it afterwards. I look at my new haircut and decide to do more to my look, I take one of my needles and pushed it through my lip and give myself spider bites, which hurt like a bitch. After one or two hours, I look at myself in the mirror and smile. Everything turned out awesomely. I take another shower and put on my black, cotten, denim, punk, ripped, slim cut jeans with my high collar, sleeveless vest blouse that has bleeding roses all over it. I put my studded sleeveless biker vest over that, and to top it off I slip on my favorite studded combat boots. My make-up is well done and my hair is a cute mess. Happy with my look, I head out to my car and start to look for a new trainer.

Three hours of looking and not a single person seemed like a good candidate for my new trainer. So I drove home. I see Z as I walk in the door in his skeleton form sitting on my bed reading my journal.

"I see you haven't written anything new yet." He saids not even bothering to look up.

"I didn't have the time to write anything, now give me my journal back."

"What if I don't want to?" He ask looking up at me. If he had human eyes they would have widen. "The hell did you do to your body?"

"I updated my looks, you like?" I ask, nonchalant.

"Not really, but it's your body do whatever you want to it." He says annoyed.

"Well I'm heading to bed, so move." I says striping and changing, not even caring if Z sees me naked or not, then I lay down and slowly fall asleep.