------------------------------------------------ Ａｓｈｅｒ(still…) Pagan stumbled over an imaginary hurdle as we made it to the sixth form block. "Shit!" she said, as she tumbled to the ground. Now I know you're thinking 'He's the hottest bad boy around, he'll catch her!' I'm only human, not friggin' invincible. But you are definitely right with the first part. So due lack of batman reflexes my beautiful teal face smacked her face onto the floor. She lifted her face up, brushing the dirt from her eyelashes. "If you keep standing there I might just get up and slap you." I snapped out of it, noticing the harsh tone in her voice. My arm curled around her waist, pulling her up while clutching my bag to my side in the opposing hand. "Sorry." I whispered in her ear. "Shut your face, a-hole." "Jeez, is that time of the month or something?!" I clamped a hand over my mouth, letting her drop back onto the ground. F***. When her face turned to glare at me, I swear Pagan was breathing fire. She slowly pulled herself up and whispered: "You. Asher Morgan. Are. Dead." And thats when she punched me in the face. "Agh! B****! " Then she did it a second time. "Mother f***er!" Then she did it a third. This time I restrained from shouting obscenity at her since I was certain that was causing the violence. In stead I let out a deafening moan of agony. She walked away, swaying her hips. I went to see the nurse. How am I going to explain this one? Ｐａｇａｎ That stupid son of a b**** (no actual offence to his mother she's the best mother with the most undeserving son) but God be was a b******. I pushed through the doors of the sixth form block, my eyes still ablaze -I mean I imagine, I can't actually see myself. "You're late Miss.Day," Said Mr.Walker, looking up at me, " But judging from your expression I'm going to ignore that." "Smart move Jake." I replied. About ten minutes, Asher walked in the room with about ten ice packs pressed to his face and a damp note which he handed to Jake -Mr. Walker- he then placed his butt in the seat next to me. "Alright Day?" he said. Silence (well on my part anyway, the rest of the room sounded like flaming lips gig). "Teal face, talk to me! I'm sorry!" He whined. Never, in my life have I heard Asher Morgan beg. "Only if you prom-" A pair of eyes cut me off short. Leif. He was staring at me. This look that heated my skin and made me unable to look away. As if on cue, the bell rang. Letting Leif's gaze snap away from mine. ------------------------------------------------
This is wonderful story. Just a helpful hint: Make a new line for dialogue. Great story. Keep on writing! Bump!
Hey Guys, So I was wondering if you'd like me to post this poem I wrote when I was 11. It's in iambic pentameter and its supposed to be written similar to Shakespeare. I don't know if you really care but tell me if you 'd like to read it. Just wondering.
Grr... Updates gonna be a little late. Working. Social life. Ya know. Absolutely nothing to do with Final Fantasy… heh heh.