| "I'm not psyco. I just like psycotic things." -Gerard Way |


Wet Hot American Summer, Chapter Two I folded my schedule and placed it inside my binder. Today was going to be good. I looked at the room number that was written on the wall next to the door. A-4: Grade 11 English. I turned to Alex and smiled, "Thanks for pointing me in the right direction."Wet Hot American Summer, Chapter Two by ~Aethinia
He nodded, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. I couldn't help but check him out once more. He was against the wall, ever so elegantly, his legs bent slightly enough so he was leaning. His black skinny jeans traced his legs just perfectly; the green lanyard, which I assumed were car keys, fell slightly out of his side pocket.
I shook my head slightly. What was I doing? I've


Wet Hot American Summer, Chapter One "Why do we always have to move?" I asked my mom the morning I was supposed to start another new school. I hated starting new schools, especially when it was in the middle of the year. This was my fourth high school, and I was only a junior.Wet Hot American Summer, Chapter One by ~Aethinia
My mom frowned, "I'm sorry, Nate, I really am. I love moving about just as much you do, but my company said that they'll try to keep us here until you at least graduate."
I shrugged, throwing my bag over my shoulder, "Like I haven't heard that before. I'm expecting to move again by the end of the year."
"Just give the school a chance, honey, you might actually make some friends here."
My mom meant the
| "There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with the roaches and taking best guesses So shed off the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things." ~Build God, Then We'll Talk by Panic! at the Disco |
