Kiss and Makeup

YAAAAY! dun, DUN, DUUUUN!

: whaz gonna happen?

: I THROW UR CHILDREN IN MY VAN SOMETIMES, SAYING AYOOOO! IMMA PEEEDO!

: wtf?

: hi-yah! stay away from him, Timmy!

: Grrr...

: and THAT'S the story of how I met your grandmother!






ANYHOO, yay for randomness! I have trouble staying on topic I have a dog do u like dogs I have a chihuahua oh did u see that Beverley hills chihuahua movie? I had popcorn there.

Sry for the teensy update, but the nxt one is sooo OMFG shocking that it'll make up for it! pinky promise!

ZOE's QUESTION O' THE DAY
Which character is most like YOU, dahlink? Tell Grammy Zoekins who and why, so she can help connect the story to the readers and bake cookies!!!!....nah, I just curious



Life is like a box of chocolates...doesn't last very long for fat people.

Inspirational quote. bootiful







...and true.
















Zoe out!

 

need more bumps

 

XD kk updating now...

 

Azalea. I didn't even notice that she wasn't there! She's now sporting a Washington gym uniform and her flaming locks of fiery red hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Her hazel eyes are wide with excitement and adrenaline and fear and disbelief.

Azalea looks up. With her long legs, she helps us down in turn.

"Wha-what's going on?" Mike gasps.

Azalea flashes a grin with her bright neon pink lips."I escaped at night for some air and overheard Jason's plot with Caroline Waters and Claire Hudgens. I broke into the gym with my bumble-bee hairclip and a tube of this pink lipstain and changed into my P.E. clothes. Then I found a passageway in the girls showers and it led to this ledge. I came just in time, huh?!"

The sound of 7 jaws dropping echoes throughout the bomb shelter. It's a total miracle. How on EARTH did she do it?

Finally Mike laughs."Thank you!"

Azalea smiles."Anything to get revenge on my old ex!"

Jason is limp, lieing quietly on the ground in a heap. She whips out a crusty tube of very old pink lipstain (which she evidently used BOATLOADS of on her lips) and colors his dry, thick lips. She completes the look with a golfball of saliva.

I crack a smile."Nice."

Miranda giggles and takes a big black Sharpie from her gym bag (she must've used it to write her name on all the newly issued basketball team uniforms) and draws a mustache. Sophie takes a Falsies Cover Girl Lashes Mascara wand and draws all over his face. Using her liquid eyeliner, Hendrix writes "we hate u" and "lol mustachioed" in her calligraphy. Winston finishes with her classic American Beauty Bright Red lipstick (she's famous for it, and keeps it with her everywhere) and draws X's on his quivering eyelids.

I should feel odd about sorta, I dunno, vandalizing a person. But I'm
just happy that we finally have a victory over this S.O.B.

 

thaxxx

 

Y U NO MORE BUMPS???


lol jk


BUT SERIOSULY

 

Azalea crawls under a wall and shows us a drain that we climb to reach the damp, mildewed floor of the girls showers. In between a squished Winston and Mike, I crawl through the crusty space until Azalea, at the front, flips open the big drain cap on the tiled floor. I'll never look at any drain or vent the same way again.

By the time we break out of the gym,by standing on a bench to open a high window and helping eachother out in turn, I split off from the group and run breathlessly across the wet grass and fields to the main building before anyone can stop me. Since the girls are taking a well-deserved shower, the boys being sheparded into the hall while they admire a woman's anatomy poster, I should be safe. This feels so awesome and free. I take in the fresh and dewey air and feel the shivers of cold night. A shower of rain whips my wiry hair and blurs my vision. I finally reach the heavy metal door and laugh under the awning, watching rain collect quickly in puddles and trees doing the dance of wind. I open the door, which is surprisingly unlocked, and slowly climb the granite stairs until I reach my locker, shaking off excess water like a dog. It's awesome being at school at night. I'm not sure why. I'm not sure why I even wanna go to my locker. I guess I just wanna feel safe for a minute, next to a solid metal substance instead of being buried in dirt and overheating.

It's late, and the schools lights off. Only an early dawn bears light. The cold metal locker sends chills through my bones and I shiver. But it feels good, nice and cool... It's relaxing. I slide down against it happily, shutting my eyes. Ah...

"It's not over, bîtch."

I snap my eyes open and I jump up,
my blonde hair whipping my shoulder. Caroline stands there menacingly. She wears a disturbingly sexy fishnet bathing suit over a lacy Victoria's Secret black bra-n-panties set. She was obviously fresh from making whoopi to some seniors boyfriend. She's so proud she even stays in the same lingerie. Wow.

I hold back a scream and she pins me against the locker. Tears stream down my cheeks. I've never been more terrified in my life. I scream for help in my mind, but can't do get the words out of my mouth.

"You think that you've won?" Caroline whispers."Claire's out there, she's waiting to transport your body to the lake for dumping. I'm here, aren't I? You DID NOT win."

"PLEASE, Caroline," I sob."You don't have to do this!"

Her sky blue eyes soften the smallest bit. Maybe somewhere, behind her gigantic fake breasts, behind her ice cold heart and chest, her evil soul has a spark of inner goodness, beauty.

"Don't even try," Caroline snaps, shoving me harder into the wall.

Or maybe not.

"You have done so many things wrong in your life," I hiss, hot and angry tears flowing onto my clothing. "This will only add to the mountain of sins you've done." For a minute I'm stunned by my spurt of courage.

That's her weak spot-being told she is anything less than amazing and sexy. She flushes red with rage.

" I have done things wrong?" she demands."I am fabulous! You are an unpopular, unattractive, unaweome dork!"

I shake my head, my bravery channeling powerfully in my heart."That's where your wrong, Caroline Patricia Waters. You have committed so many crimes, made so many people cry, ruined so many lives. A day where you don't make someone happy is a day WASTED. A day where you make someone sad is a day RUINED! In your book, it's the opposite!" I gasp and my eyes widen. I have NO CLUE where that little burst came from, but I'm not in for a good reaction.

"I DON'T CARE!" she shrieks. "BEING POPULAR IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS TO ME!"

All at once, all the anger and hatred I've ever felt for her bottles up and EXPLODES.

"GO TO HELL!"

I shove her into a wall and fiercely stride forward. Caroline gasps and trips on her red Prada pumps. She rears up to charge at me, but I push her SO HARD that she topples against the windows, shatters it, and falls to the ground 34 feet below.