Intro's. I know আপনি hate them. Ok so after hearing the song "Your Guardian Angel" দ্বারা The Red Jumpsiut Apparatus it totally inspired me. And as a vey select few (and দ্বারা few, I mean one) of আপনি know, well, not anymore, but anyway, সঙ্গীত fules my writing. That and chocolate. so um, (Guess whats coming next?) READ ON!

I never thought anyone could fall in প্রণয় with me. I'm goth, quiet and don't have many freinds. অথবা at least I was. Ok, lets start from the begining. My name is Gwen. I used to go to Georgetown High School. And then something happened to change my life forever...

I stood at the door to Georgtown, অথবা as most of the students call it, Boredtown. I was debating wether অথবা not to go in before the ঘণ্টা when Miss Happy walked up to me. "Hello." She sneered. "Hello, Heather." I ব্যক্ত back, with just as much, if not more, venom than her. "Whats wrong with your jeans?" She asked. I looked at them. They were pale blue, but stained with black and red paint. "Nothing." She got an evil glint in her eye. "Oh really? I just thought-" She got really loud here, almost shouting, "YOUR BLOOD SPILLED AGAIN, এমো স্টাইল GIRL!" Everyone turned to stare. Even a boy I didn't recognize, with a mohawk. He wasn't staring at me to be mean, just curios. Then a boy in a চুন green T-shirt pushed his way through the crowd. "Ok, people, nothing to look at here. Seriously. Go. Freaking. Away." He said. I looked up at him, and I noticed he was a couple of inches taller than me. His eyes were জলপাই green, and his hair was jet black. I recognized him too. "Trent Smith?" I asked. "Student body president, at your service." He said, using a cheezy british accent and taking a little bow. I giggled and swore my face felt hot. I took out the maze that was my schedual out of my pocket. When I did, I noticed that Mohawk Boy was shooting daggers at Trent, who was obviosly oblivious to that fact. Then I locked eyes with Mohawk Boy and thought, Whoa! His eyes are really teal "So what class do আপনি have next... uhh..." I showed him my scedual and pointed to my name. "Gwen." He peered closer. "I guess we're going in the same direction. I smiled, and managed to steal a sidelong glance at MB. He was still looking at me. I started walking with Trent, but I couldn't help another look at MB.

Good news: I have art now. Bad news: Heather has art. Bad news: Mohawk Boy has art. Good news: MB has art. See my problem. "Oh my god, Trent, I know আপনি are, like, the president, but that doesn't mean আপনি have to put up with Blood Spiller over here." Sombody (I.E. Heather) ব্যক্ত from the back of the room. "Shut-" Trent stopped himself as the teacher walked in. On his flipable chalkboard it said, "Coal Drawing" I groaned. Then, like i knew he would, he fliped it over and it said, "Clay BATTLE!" In really big letters. To teach us art, he pairs us up with someone and makes us do a thirty মিনিট art progect with them. It's actually pretty fun. "Ok, first pair: Duncan and..." Mr. Miller scanned the room, then zeroed in on me. "Gwen!" He declared, almost triumphantly. I looked around, trying to see who "Duncan" was, and the only person I didn't recognise was Mohawk Boy- I mean Duncan. That had to be him. He even looked like a Duncan. I walked over to his table. "Hi. Gwen." I ব্যক্ত to him. "Duncan, but considering আপনি walked over here, আপনি knew that." I noticed a chain around his neck, under his dog collar. on the eng of the chain was a minature Ohio licence plate that ব্যক্ত Cocky "Ain't that the truth." I said, then covered my mouth. He did seem pretty cocky, in all fairness. he sat with an alfamale stature, and i bet he thought he owned the school. "So আপনি hangin' with Elvis?" He asked, using that cockey attitude again. "Ok, one, do not do the whole "Cockey" thing with me ok? And two, who the heck is "Elvis"?" I asked. He backed off his cockey position and pointed at Trent. "Him. He plays guitar. Did he not tell আপনি that?" I looked at Duncan's ক্ষুদ্র হংস eyes and realized we only had fifteen মিনিট to make a killer sculpture. "Sculpting time?" Duncan asked. Just make a thick coloumn." He took aout one of the detail brushes and made intrecuit wood marks on the coloumn. "That is amazing!" I said, just a little to loud. All the other kids looked back at us and I could just imangine them thinking insults. "Ok, now what are আপনি doing?" I asked. He was using the detail ছুরি now. He finished what he was etching, and it was a tiny skull. "Cool!" I exclaimed, being careful to whisper. Then I said, "An I see it?" and he slid over the wax paper. On the bark-like surface I put a plus sign পরবর্তি to the skull, and etched a rose. "Wow. That looks so..." Duncan said, trailing off trying to find a word. "Real?" I finished for him. He nodded. "Ok class, time to show!" Mr. Miller ব্যক্ত enthusiastically. I took up the clay to the fromt of the class, and Duncan held a black cloth like a curtain. I then brought the Progection ELMO to the table. The ELMO is just a nickname we gate it. It's just a camera with a light hooked up to the progector in the room. "Duncan, lift the curtian!" I ব্যক্ত dramatically. He did, and the class started speacking in hushed tones I looked down and gasped. The বৃক্ষ wasnt there at all. It was just a sphere. A very mishapen sphere. "Hello, I'm back." Heather ব্যক্ত walking back. I saw something in her hand, and grew suspisios. I reached behind her back and pulled out Duncan and I's actual sculpture. "Hey!" I looked it over and saw the marks still there. "Heather?" I asked, knowing the entire class was looking. "I have no comment." She squeaked, going to sit back at her table. I then put the বৃক্ষ ট্রাঙ্ক in front of the ELMO. The class oooed and ahhed, and Duncan and I got an A+. I turned to shoot him a grin. He caught it and smiled back.

"Hey Duncan!" Trent yelled. I was watching from the corner of the building. He was angry. I could tell. "What do আপনি want Elvis? I'm playing PocketGod here." Duncan said, iPod in hand. "Oh cut the crap." Trent said. Duncan lowered the iPod to meat Trent's gaze. "What?" Duncan asked in a steely calm voice, which made him seem really angry. I saw Trent raise his fist and I ran over. Just as I got there Trent whispered something inaudiable in Duncan's ear. I ran in between them just as Trent threw the punch. I felt it connect with my nose. "Gwen!" The boys yelled simotaniously, sounding a million miles away. "Oh, god. She is gushing blood." I fel someone hook their arm under mine and looked and saw it was Duncan. I was taking the ocasional step, but other than that it was all Duncan. Then I blacked out.