Chapter 2
The siguiente morning, Ginny and Promise were making breakfast, as Shawna was smoking a cigarette, dressed in
her usual phony Goth get up, trying to look as bad culo as possible (she didn't. Of course it could never work. She was a spoiled brat from Philadelphia who won a ton of beauty contests from age one to about age eighteen.) Though, years of smoking and losing weight had made her not very beautiful at all. She always looked like she was starving and never wanted to eat. Her teeth were stained and rarely brushed. She had a hateful attitude and would hurt people without consequence. Ginny looked at Shawna with disgust and said,"Put that out! Smoking isn't allowed here!" Shawna started twirling her black Hot Topic dyed hair, imitating Ginny saying,"Ugh, like OMG! tu should, like, totally, put that cancer stick down because us normies can't handle tobacco!" Ginny rolled her eyes, walking past her, as Shawna tripped her. Ginny looked at her and said,"Do that one más time-" "Or what, Miss Pinky?" "We'll kick tu out and you'll go back to prison." "I haven't done anything illegal, tu dumb bitch. I'm on parole." "You estola gum and tu act like tu car jacked Donald Trump o something." Ginny left to wake up Gabby, as Promise tried avoiding Shawna's cold gaze as much as possible.
Ginny went upstairs and knocked on Gabby's bedroom door,"Gab? Gab, c'mon! Time to get up! Breakfast is almost ready!" Gabby's eyes shot open, as she looked at the sleeping ángel beside of her. "Oh god." she muttered. "She can't know about this." She got up from the cama and quickly opened the door, walked out and closed it, without mostrando evidence that she had a famous celebrity locked in her room. Ginny looked at her and said,"Nice pajamas. Did tu sleep with anyone last night?" "I er, um,yeah. We were drunk. I forgot his name. I think it was tiburón Tank? Maybe." Ginny raised her eyebrow,"You had sex with a guy named tiburón Tank?" Gabby nodded suspiciously, as Ginny rolled her eyes and said,"You're a weirdie, I'll tell ya that much. Now, get dressed appropriately and head for the dinning room." As she started to go back to her room, Ginny dicho to her,"One más thing before tu go back to your precious "Shark Tank". It wouldn't hurt if tu helped out a little around here. Promise and I do most of the work, while tu do whatever and Shawna smokes and bullies us. Just remember what I said, okay?" Gabby nodded, as she went back into her room very quickly.
She got dressed, as she heard Criss snoring soundly. He was sprawled, while his arm was slightly raised from being handcuffed to the head board. The way the light shined on him, gleaming off of his tanned muscles, made him look like a beautiful mythical demi-god of some sort. After she dressed, Gabby crawled on the bed, and started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. "What are tu doing?" Gabby jumped, as Criss looked at her, tired and angry. "I, uh, nothing! Nothing at all!" Criss dicho to her coldly,"Zip and button my pants up now." She did as he told her to do. "Now, take me to the bathroom." "Can't do that." "Why not?" "The girls are awake." "I HAVE to go to the bathroom....right now." "I'll go get Promise."
Gabby ran downstairs, and found Promise, as she said,"Promise, there's um, an emergency upstairs." Promise looked at her funny, as Ginny asked,"Is it tiburón Tank? Want me to take care of for you? I'll kick him out if he hurts you!" Shawna raised her eyebrow,"Shark Tank?" Ginny answered,"Her drunken one night stand." Promise said,"Okay, I'll go." Gabby replied,"Hurry! It's an emergency!" Promise ran up the stairs, as she went into Gabby's room. "What's wrong? Gabby told me to get up here." Criss replied, sitting up,"I have to go to the bathroom and eat something before I start feeling sick." She uncuffed him from the head board, as she said,"I'll lead tu to the bathroom, I'll wait outside the door for tu and then, I'll give breakfast to tu up here." He dicho to her,"You're really sweet." She blushed as she said,"Thank you. Now, let me mostrar tu where it's at."
After going to the bathroom, and having Promise take him back into Gabby's room, he waited for Promise to fix him a plate of food. She felt so bad for him, yet her plan for them to escape had to take a little más time to figure out.
The siguiente morning, Ginny and Promise were making breakfast, as Shawna was smoking a cigarette, dressed in
her usual phony Goth get up, trying to look as bad culo as possible (she didn't. Of course it could never work. She was a spoiled brat from Philadelphia who won a ton of beauty contests from age one to about age eighteen.) Though, years of smoking and losing weight had made her not very beautiful at all. She always looked like she was starving and never wanted to eat. Her teeth were stained and rarely brushed. She had a hateful attitude and would hurt people without consequence. Ginny looked at Shawna with disgust and said,"Put that out! Smoking isn't allowed here!" Shawna started twirling her black Hot Topic dyed hair, imitating Ginny saying,"Ugh, like OMG! tu should, like, totally, put that cancer stick down because us normies can't handle tobacco!" Ginny rolled her eyes, walking past her, as Shawna tripped her. Ginny looked at her and said,"Do that one más time-" "Or what, Miss Pinky?" "We'll kick tu out and you'll go back to prison." "I haven't done anything illegal, tu dumb bitch. I'm on parole." "You estola gum and tu act like tu car jacked Donald Trump o something." Ginny left to wake up Gabby, as Promise tried avoiding Shawna's cold gaze as much as possible.
Ginny went upstairs and knocked on Gabby's bedroom door,"Gab? Gab, c'mon! Time to get up! Breakfast is almost ready!" Gabby's eyes shot open, as she looked at the sleeping ángel beside of her. "Oh god." she muttered. "She can't know about this." She got up from the cama and quickly opened the door, walked out and closed it, without mostrando evidence that she had a famous celebrity locked in her room. Ginny looked at her and said,"Nice pajamas. Did tu sleep with anyone last night?" "I er, um,yeah. We were drunk. I forgot his name. I think it was tiburón Tank? Maybe." Ginny raised her eyebrow,"You had sex with a guy named tiburón Tank?" Gabby nodded suspiciously, as Ginny rolled her eyes and said,"You're a weirdie, I'll tell ya that much. Now, get dressed appropriately and head for the dinning room." As she started to go back to her room, Ginny dicho to her,"One más thing before tu go back to your precious "Shark Tank". It wouldn't hurt if tu helped out a little around here. Promise and I do most of the work, while tu do whatever and Shawna smokes and bullies us. Just remember what I said, okay?" Gabby nodded, as she went back into her room very quickly.
She got dressed, as she heard Criss snoring soundly. He was sprawled, while his arm was slightly raised from being handcuffed to the head board. The way the light shined on him, gleaming off of his tanned muscles, made him look like a beautiful mythical demi-god of some sort. After she dressed, Gabby crawled on the bed, and started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. "What are tu doing?" Gabby jumped, as Criss looked at her, tired and angry. "I, uh, nothing! Nothing at all!" Criss dicho to her coldly,"Zip and button my pants up now." She did as he told her to do. "Now, take me to the bathroom." "Can't do that." "Why not?" "The girls are awake." "I HAVE to go to the bathroom....right now." "I'll go get Promise."
Gabby ran downstairs, and found Promise, as she said,"Promise, there's um, an emergency upstairs." Promise looked at her funny, as Ginny asked,"Is it tiburón Tank? Want me to take care of for you? I'll kick him out if he hurts you!" Shawna raised her eyebrow,"Shark Tank?" Ginny answered,"Her drunken one night stand." Promise said,"Okay, I'll go." Gabby replied,"Hurry! It's an emergency!" Promise ran up the stairs, as she went into Gabby's room. "What's wrong? Gabby told me to get up here." Criss replied, sitting up,"I have to go to the bathroom and eat something before I start feeling sick." She uncuffed him from the head board, as she said,"I'll lead tu to the bathroom, I'll wait outside the door for tu and then, I'll give breakfast to tu up here." He dicho to her,"You're really sweet." She blushed as she said,"Thank you. Now, let me mostrar tu where it's at."
After going to the bathroom, and having Promise take him back into Gabby's room, he waited for Promise to fix him a plate of food. She felt so bad for him, yet her plan for them to escape had to take a little más time to figure out.
Ya tell me,
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All día long, all día long
What makes tu think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think tu want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do tu act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet tu never liked that when tu were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No más time for homework, just sit back and do the things I amor to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All día long, all día long
What makes tu think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think tu want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do tu act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet tu never liked that when tu were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No más time for homework, just sit back and do the things I amor to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't oscilación me por my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if tu destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't oscilación me por my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if tu destroy me.
No matter how much tu wish for más it happens like the hora glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test por our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test por our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?