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Yay! I'm Frank's guitar! (Frank gets to play me. Heh.)

YOU SHOULD DEAL WITH IT!

It was unintentional.

There's never too many specks of dust to count!

No, I'm Frank's guitar.

DEAL!

*sigh*

Nobody's mentally stupid! (except for Chad Billings, but he's not even human.)

GUITAR!

whatever

No, it's cause you should believe me!

Well, blah.

Chad is one of the very evil people who made fun of me in middle school. For liking anime, "reading too much," that sort of thing.

Okay Just To Clear Everything Up!

NO ONE IS PANSY!

NO ONE HAS TO DEAL! (ESPECIALLY ME)

I AM SHORT! (AND CAN'T SING)

I AM THE ONLY PERSON DIAGNOSED WITH MENTAL STUPIDITY!

AND CHAD BILLINGS IS A ******** a**!


ALSO MY CAPS LOCK BUTTON IS STUCK!

******** s**t! IT'S STUCK AGAIN!

Why's everyone stealing my story! crying

Because I'm awesome/cool/gangsta like that, here's the new update.

When I awoke, I found that I had made a big mistake by being the last one to wake up. It’s the fundamental rule of sleepovers, and I mentally hit myself on the head for forgetting. The reason that waking up late was a mistake was because I awoke to find myself bound at the hands and feet with duct tape. I struggled for a bit with the tape before falling off the bed. I squirmed around on the floor, swearing. Everybody just watched me, drinking their coffee and smiling.
“Damn it, you guys, get me out of this s.hit!” I yelled, struggling some more. I tore at it with my teeth, and after ten minutes, finally got it off. I stood up, looking around wildly, my hair a mess. “Whose the loser who had the bright idea to tie me up?” I asked. Frank, Bob, Ray, and Mikey looked away, while Gwen and Gerard simultaneously spit out their coffee. I looked at them accusingly, putting my hands on my hips and cocking my head to the side. Coffee dribbled down their chins, and they burst into fits of giggles.
After watching them have a laugh attack, not helped by Frank’s sudden urge to randomly tickle, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. Gwen let me borrow some of her old clothes, since I didn’t have any clean ones, and they actually fit me well, considering she was about six inches shorter than me. She gave me a black corset-looking tank top and a flowing black skirt. When I came out, the boys whistled.
After a couple more hours of hanging out with everyone, the suggestion was made that I should go home, because they had a show in another state that night, and wasn’t my mother expecting me back home? I didn’t make the argument that she didn’t care, because I didn’t want them to unnecessarily worry.
So, I gathered up my clothes, bid them all goodbye, and started walking home. I walked past the Convention Center, past the parking garages, past the Hard Rock Café, and made my way towards the Peabody Institute for art. I walked around the corner and opened the door to my townhouse. I clomped up the stairs, threw my clothes in the hamper, and sat down at my computer. I opened up Finale Notepad, and began composing.
“Stacy?! Is that you?!”
“No, mom, it’s a burglar using your daughter’s computer for a few minutes, then I’ll leave.”
“No need to get smart, hon. I was worried.” She stood in the bedroom doorway, and I could tell that she said she was worried just to give the appearance of a good mother. She took a puff from her cigarette.
“Oh, did you actually have time to worry between sex with your boyfriend?”
“You will not talk to me like that, young lady. I am your mother, goddammit!” I stood up and glared at her.
“Barely! You don’t really care, do you?! You never did! I bet you wish you never had me! You only care about your stupid, a*****e boyfriend!” I looked at her, and I could tell that what I had said was exactly true. She showed no signs of remorse or anxiety. She just calmly took another puff of smoke and walked away. I watched her walk away with a sense of overwhelming disbelief and loneliness. The woman I had grown up with, the woman I had always thought was the one person who was supposed to love me, didn’t even care about me. I started to shake with anger, and I abruptly turned back into my room. I grabbed two duffel bags and stuffed all of my clothes and toiletries in them. I got another bag and packed everything else, including my laptop, cell phone, and iPod. I then left, for good this time.
I went to the local homeless shelter, but the tired lady at the desk redirected me to a orphanage, since I was a minor. I went to the orphanage and checked in. The man in the office asked me a lot of questions, like where was I coming from, did I know where my parents were, and a lot of legal questions. I had the foresight to take copies of legal documents with me, and I gave them to him. As for the other questions, I told the truth. No reason in lying, was there?
I was then showed to a room where I would be spending the next two years, until I was eighteen and able to go out on my own. I was met by the hungry and unloved stares of three other girls, and I could do nothing but pity them, even though I would be one of them now. I came to terms with the fact that I would never be saved.