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New School New Life

Andy's pov

The sweet sound of kiss pumping into my ears, walking to school new school new life. But I bet twenty dollars it will be the same story. The punching bag (me) is going to get constantly beat bg stuck up jock brats. But hey, what can I say.... No I just rimmed. No one came up to me or called md faggot as I walked through the hallway they just starred in awe, well that's better than last year, well so far but I bet it will change. The school bell rang I had already got everything over summer that I needed, so I could just walk to class. I felt someone yank on the back of my motley crew shirt. Well I'm going to late to class and beat I p on the first day of school, damn new record. I turned around a girl, jet black hair, Kiss t-shirt, bright red lipstick, a couple pirceings, combat boots, and a vest.
" Your name?" She questioned
"Um.. Andy." I said she was very pretty and a little bit taller than me and that says something.
" Look, Andy you're not apart of my group, sooner or later the school and town pricks will notice that. I have connections all over the city to keep people like you and I save from the douches. "
" What does that mean???" I asked
" It means you'll be safe from my group, others and pricks. Cause I'll eventually get an offer to hurt you. Or others can hurt you and I can't garnet full safety from them and us, unless you're one of us."
" Who are you than?"
" Let's just say, The Antichrist Angels sent you, met me after class." That was weird, walk into class, there she was, the only open seat was all the way in the back. After a couple minutes into class I got hit by a couple of pieces of paper. I'm guessing they caught on. I read the papers they were like the ones I got at the previous school, except they were different. Like after the normal, go kill yourself it would say your not in the clan, we're after you, and crazy shit like that. After the school day and I saw her every class. When her jacket road up I saw her many tatoos, they all looked amazing. Just adding on to her attractiveness. I was walking around school trying to find her when I got pulled into a room. The person spun me atound and pinned me to the wall. Thank god it was her.
" You sure do have weird ways of getting attention. " I said.
" Yeah yeah, I told my clan about you, we want to know if you will be joining us or not."
" I... I umm don't know ."
" But you need to know in an hour."
" An HOUR?!"
" Yeah, in that time I will be explaining ourselves to you. " it was more 20 minutes the extra was for me to ask questions. By that time I had one question.
" Who are you."
" Well im the leader of. " I cut her off
"No like whats you're name and your story."
" My story, that's a secret, my name, well Prospect that's casified for now. "She whispered to me.
" Prospect. "
" Yeah, when you first join, new people aren't aloud names, they're called Prospect untill they earn they're badge, and you're sweet ass tat. "
" A tatoo?"
" Well, fuck yeah!" She was taking off the jacket with the angel wings on the back. To reveal skin covered in tatoos. But she hsd a special vest it read The Antichrist Prophet. Tbe door opened slightly. Here come the people.

Notes

Hey guys, stay tuned for more if you liked it, also check out my other story, called Can We Survive Our Own Tragedies.

Mystery Girl

Comments

@Uncontrollable_Obsessions
Thank you but as a note the story has been discontinued along with my other story, but I'm using wattpad now so I'm working on CWSOOT. *can we survive our own tragedies* its called can we survive on wattpad.

Haha cx I love this story..

@Uncontrollable_Obsessions
It won't ever become that but this site is getting really hard to use

@Uncontrollable_Obsessions
It won't ever become that but this site is getting really hard to use

Emoo, #myfavanimal I love emoos c: PLESSE dont makes this a weird self harm story.