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hi my name is marshall scene bangtan abadeer lee. no, i am not related to any of the members of bts, it is a choice of name, but i do find them all so fucking hot.
i start my day by digging myself out of dirt, because every night i have my maid close my coffin and bury me underground so i can have a soundless sleep.
i walk over to my vanity, but i cannot see my reflection, so i then punch my mirror out. sometimes i hate being a powerful god vampire that everyone wants to give backshots to, because now i cannot see my wonderful reflection in the mirror. of course, i don’t let those loser shithead preps give me backshots because they are not alternative enough for my asshole.
i put my locs into a ponytail, then grab a bts hoodie that says “suga 93” on the back. i put on fifteen, multicolored, studded belts that do nothing to stop my ripped and painted jeans from falling. instead, they aid my jeans in falling even more, so you can see my spider-man boxers and my dick print + my ass hanging out. i put on demonias that make me look 7ft, but i am actually 5’5. i then have to put on makeup, but it is hard without a mirror, so i just fill my entire eyelids with black liner. i line my lips with black lip liner, rub them together, then put on lipgloss. people may say i’m a poser, but they don’t understand true edge.
”marshall it is time to go to college.” my maid stood in my doorway. but i dont give a shit because that prep doesnt get to tell me what to do.
”ugh, go away, im busy.” i say and hiss at my maid. the maid just nods scared because it knows i will kill it, so it walks away. serves that cunt right.
but anyways, i grab my phone and dial my best friend fionna’s number. she answer’s cheerfully, which is disgraceful because there is nothing to be happy about. “hi marshall!”
fionna is a bit of a loser prep, but nobody else at my college understands what it is like to be emo, so i let it slide. she wears basic lulumelon to school and i almost want to set her body on fire then add more gasoline to it, but i have been practicing self control lately and come close to mastering it.
”hi fionna.” i say. “what are you wearing to school today?”
”i’m wearing my new lulumelon!” she says cheekily. god she just pissed me off, i need emo friends that get me. fionna is incapable of that, because she is an actual happy individual.
so i just hang up. i walk to my hellcat and start to drive to school, but i cant walk inside because it is day and i will fucking die in the sun, so i teleport into my class.
”oh hello marshall you are right on time.” my stupid fucking worthless bitchass teacher says to me. i dont even waste my breath on her pathetic ass, because she truly will never amount to anything and nobody will remember her in five years. unlike me, the god of vampires, i will be remembered for eternity.
i sit down in a different seat because some loser prep took mine. i look at the person next to me and my eyes widen, and i start blushing… another emo?
he had pink hair and a pronoun pin, but fuck pronouns, they were made by liberals who offer nothing to society but lgbtq. he had black eyeliner and a my chemical romance shirt, black fishnet gloves, black pants, and doc martens. he was so sexy, i could orgasm in this chair, but i had self respect.
”oh, hi.” he said, and i nearly moaned. “i’m gary.” i was honestly going to shoot myself when he said that fuckass name, but he was hot so it was okay.
”i’m marshall scene bangtan abadeer lee..” i introduced myself, tucking my loc behind my ear and looking away. “are you new? i haven’t seen you before..”
”lol me, new?” gary laughed. “no, i just stay away from these loser preps. they make me want to kill myself.”
i gasped, this guy gets me! i was so fucking horny and in love with him. “me too… but you dont seem preppy…” i wink, flirting. he blushed and looked away. hopefully i will be able to suck his dick and then run away with him for all eterntiy.
”heh… you dont either. i like that.” he smirked. my dick is so hard
the bell rang. he looked at me and asked me “do you wanna sit with me during lunch?” which is kind of a loser thing to ask but i want him so bad.
”yes!” i say. then we get up and leave to lunch.