Post by Jackaroo on Feb 16, 2008 15:01:02 GMT -5
Death; such a mystifying thing, no one knows how to stop it, yet, everyone knows how to make it. I for one am not scared of death; I am in fact, fascinated how I will die, not death, but how I will die.
In conclusion, I do not think we will ever find a way to stop it, but we will find more ways to cause it.
The small words which finished off Leland Murder’s essay were morbid, in a sense, yet, completely truthful. If he ever had lied, he wouldn’t be flunking most of his classes, or wouldn’t be kicked out of a lot of his lessons for good, for example, he called his German teacher exactly what he thought of her; A big fat lesbian sleeper. Then again, his teacher did have it coming, she asked him what he thought of her, honestly, so he told her.
If he was in his German lesson once more though, he would have gone insane, with everyone in his class anyway. His hair was stuck up one foot in a black Mohawk, which slowly fades into a bright red, even though he had been told about cutting it off in the past, he didn’t, mainly because he liked his hair, and couldn’t think of any other way he could have it without looking like a complete fool, and it matched his eyes, which were originally an extremely dark brown, and they looked black, but he had placed a pair of very dark red contact lenses in.
Leland smiled slightly, his sharpened canine teeth showing, glinting in the light slightly, making the younger person sitting next to him feel slightly uncomfortable; most people saw him as a freak, someone who is a vampire. Even though vampires do exist in Leland’s world, how can a vampire survive in sunlight? They burn to crisp from exposure to the sun, meaning they can use something to protect them from the sun, like a blanket, even though they would look stupid running around with a blanket over their head all day, running around in broad daylight, but it can happen. Leland took a small glance at the plastic clock behind him, which had numbers in black and black hands, with a red second ticker. The time meant he didn’t have long to wait until the bell for break went, which was his favourite time of the school day in total, even for someone who did hate school in total.
Leland wasn’t exactly the most favoured member of his family, as they were all homophobes, and Leland was bisexual, so therefore, in his family, considered as someone who was to be ashamed of. His cousin was the only person who understood what he would go through in life, as his cousin was gay, and also came out the same time, five years ago to Leland, and got the same amount of ignorance and abuse from his family, which was a lot, and often physical violence.
A small piece of chewing gum was thrown across the room at Leland, and landed on his black leather trench coat which was sitting behind him, rested on his chair. Leland ignored it though, just grabbed it, and sending it flying back over to the adolescence who spat it at him.
“Damn Jocks…”
He muttered in anger, rubbing his legs slightly, through his black leather trousers. His black t shirt with the words in red;
We’re all going to die.
Hugged his toned body nicely; He wasn’t naturally muscled, no, he had to do half a day of weight exercising every day to keep them, and especially after how much he ate.
He also had a spiked wrist band on his left wrist, with a matching black leather spiked choker around his neck.
Leland was at the mere age of fifteen, and had suffered a lot in his life, but he had fought on through. He grabbed his black iPod nano, then put his earphones in, and started to listen to the song; Song or Suicide by H.I.M, he kicked his feet back on the table and smiled, tapping his pen against the table slightly.
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In conclusion, I do not think we will ever find a way to stop it, but we will find more ways to cause it.
The small words which finished off Leland Murder’s essay were morbid, in a sense, yet, completely truthful. If he ever had lied, he wouldn’t be flunking most of his classes, or wouldn’t be kicked out of a lot of his lessons for good, for example, he called his German teacher exactly what he thought of her; A big fat lesbian sleeper. Then again, his teacher did have it coming, she asked him what he thought of her, honestly, so he told her.
If he was in his German lesson once more though, he would have gone insane, with everyone in his class anyway. His hair was stuck up one foot in a black Mohawk, which slowly fades into a bright red, even though he had been told about cutting it off in the past, he didn’t, mainly because he liked his hair, and couldn’t think of any other way he could have it without looking like a complete fool, and it matched his eyes, which were originally an extremely dark brown, and they looked black, but he had placed a pair of very dark red contact lenses in.
Leland smiled slightly, his sharpened canine teeth showing, glinting in the light slightly, making the younger person sitting next to him feel slightly uncomfortable; most people saw him as a freak, someone who is a vampire. Even though vampires do exist in Leland’s world, how can a vampire survive in sunlight? They burn to crisp from exposure to the sun, meaning they can use something to protect them from the sun, like a blanket, even though they would look stupid running around with a blanket over their head all day, running around in broad daylight, but it can happen. Leland took a small glance at the plastic clock behind him, which had numbers in black and black hands, with a red second ticker. The time meant he didn’t have long to wait until the bell for break went, which was his favourite time of the school day in total, even for someone who did hate school in total.
Leland wasn’t exactly the most favoured member of his family, as they were all homophobes, and Leland was bisexual, so therefore, in his family, considered as someone who was to be ashamed of. His cousin was the only person who understood what he would go through in life, as his cousin was gay, and also came out the same time, five years ago to Leland, and got the same amount of ignorance and abuse from his family, which was a lot, and often physical violence.
A small piece of chewing gum was thrown across the room at Leland, and landed on his black leather trench coat which was sitting behind him, rested on his chair. Leland ignored it though, just grabbed it, and sending it flying back over to the adolescence who spat it at him.
“Damn Jocks…”
He muttered in anger, rubbing his legs slightly, through his black leather trousers. His black t shirt with the words in red;
We’re all going to die.
Hugged his toned body nicely; He wasn’t naturally muscled, no, he had to do half a day of weight exercising every day to keep them, and especially after how much he ate.
He also had a spiked wrist band on his left wrist, with a matching black leather spiked choker around his neck.
Leland was at the mere age of fifteen, and had suffered a lot in his life, but he had fought on through. He grabbed his black iPod nano, then put his earphones in, and started to listen to the song; Song or Suicide by H.I.M, he kicked his feet back on the table and smiled, tapping his pen against the table slightly.
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