VampireLust666

Before I begin my story, there is a slight beginning, just a small entrance, just an opening question that will lead you into my world. Make you feel my pain, and see my life the way I've seen it. So here it is: how can a flat chested, nerdy, generally mild mannered girl, suddenly become a 36C, hated, trendsetter, choosing between 3 guys? Well here we go my adventure on how I went from that dork in the corner, to the front page on the rumor mills. Just a warning before we begin, this is not a pretty story, this will bring fear into the eyes of young high school students who may and surely will find themselves in the same trouble that I seemin

i'll push him away but it'll do me no good, a tough juggalo boy, born from the hood. he'll put on his face paint, i'll fall head over heels, hatchet forever, the deal has been sealed. one kiss and i'm done, lost control, on the run. they say we wont last, our religion is dead, one punch however, we'll chop off their head. for a juggalette girl, who was lost and then found, down with the clown, till i'm dead and in the ground. for a juggalo boy, flaunting his pride, cockiness spreads, we will not hide. were loud and were proud, we aint afraid to show it, were juggalos forever, and everyone should know it.

theres a girl hidden inside the paint, behind the black and white and jagged edges, behind the sharpness of the design and the dignity she wears with it. a different side of you comes out when you put the paint on. a different girl imerges and takes over, shes strong confident and proud. she gets the hate and shrugs it off, she doesnt care what they think, she knows that when she wears the paint she wears it proudly, shes part of a family that loves her. she doesnt know alot of her family (by the hatchet) but she knows theyre there. they respect each other and they respect the hatchet. she takes everything in stride and stays calm cool and co