TH_luv
March 30th, 2008, 04:11 PM
It was Saturday today. I had school. I hated that place. It was located in Flushing, Queens. That school wasted 3 hours of my life every week. I combed over my blue strand of hair. It was sprayed on. My parents would kill me if it was real. I got my bookbag and put on my jacket. I slung the strap of my bookbag over my shoulder and went out of the thing I call a house. I walked to the subway station and went onto the subway.
3 hours later...
FREEDOM!!!!! I got out of the school and went onto a subway back to my town. I was really sleepy. I didn't get much sleep. I was on the computer last night. Friday night was the night when I stayed up late. I leaned by head against the seat.
I woke up when my head hit something. I was on the subway. Where was I??? ****...I was in Manhattan?!! How will I ever get out of here? Wait!!! Use your brain. Use it...for good...I breathe in and out trying to calm myself. All I had to do was get on a train and go straight back to Queens. Great. Now which train goes back to Queens? I hope my parents are happy. They never let me travel. As a result, I never learned. I sat down and began looking for quarters. Hopefully there was a pay phone somewhere since I never bring my cell phone. In my frantic exploration through my bookbag, I heard 2 people arguing. God! WHO ARGUES IN A SUBWAY STATION?! It wasn't even in English? CAN THEY GET SOME MANNERS?!!!! I turned around to see who was fighting. It was 2 boys. I couldn't see their faces. They were pretty tall. They looked so familiar...No, it can't be...Tokio Hotel...nah, it can't be. I turned around trying to ignore them. I began searching for quarters again.
"FICK DICH!" I cursed under my breath.
I cursed in German when I get mad. I don't know why.
"**** YOU!" someone yelled at me.
WTF?
"YEAH, **** YOU!"
Ok, now I'm sure they were yelling at ME. I turned around.
"What the ****" I said.
The train came. It was going the other way. I'm guessing that's the train to Queens. It couldn't hurt getting in. I went in the train following the 2 tall dudes. Seriously, did they have to wear a hood and a hat? They were inside! Retards. I sat down. I heard some random yelling. I heard some random German words. I didn't know anyone speaked German, but then again, I wasn't in Queens anymore. I was in Manhattan. I turned on my iPod and turned on Break Away by Tokio Hotel. I just liked that song when I was on a ride. I don't know why. I still hear arguing through the music. It was those 2 boys. WHY? WHY DID I HAVE TO BE CURSED?! I'm guessing they didn't know where to go. They were pointing in different directions and yelling. I got up when it was almost my stop. I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I looked around. I saw the 2 boys. One had long black hair with blonde highlights while the other had blonde dreads. The one with the dreads was in gangster clothes while the other one had punk clothes. I laughed silently at how ridiculous they looked together.
"Do you know which way to the Irving Hotel?" the gangster asked in a deep accent.
"No, I'm sorry" I said taking off my iPod earphones and wrapping them around my iPod. I could hear the blaring of the song Scream. Their faces went pale. I don't know why.
I got out at my stop. I was home! I went to my laptop and started writing a new chapter of my fanfic. I've been writing for a month. I liked writing about Tokio Hotel. Haha. I wonder if that boy and that girl found their way yet. It's not my fault they were so old and didn't know how to travel. Maybe they were tourists. Still, I honestly didn't know where was the hotel.
Few months later...
I was in a supermarket buying the groceries. I was stuck doing this all the time. I got out of the supermarket. I dropped my groceries in suprise. It was Tokio Hotel!!!!!
This didn't seem right. Why would they be in a supermarket? Impossible! Why were they standing there then? What the ****? I must be tired or something. I picked up the groceries. I bumped into a person that was dressed in gangster clothes. His sunglasses fell out and my eyes popped open in suprise. TOM KAULITZ! They must have saw my eyes, because they got back in the limo. Forget it...it wasn't them. You're just tired.
I went home. I decided to go outside. I saw something shiny. It was a locket. I put it around my neck. I went around the town. I saw a limo. Some people got out of it. I tripped over and fell on 1 of them. I heard something crack. It was the locket. I looked up at the person I fell on. It was TOM KAULITZ. Next thing I knew, the world seemed to be spiraling. I guess people feel that way when they fall onto celebrities. I guessed wrong...
3 hours later...
FREEDOM!!!!! I got out of the school and went onto a subway back to my town. I was really sleepy. I didn't get much sleep. I was on the computer last night. Friday night was the night when I stayed up late. I leaned by head against the seat.
I woke up when my head hit something. I was on the subway. Where was I??? ****...I was in Manhattan?!! How will I ever get out of here? Wait!!! Use your brain. Use it...for good...I breathe in and out trying to calm myself. All I had to do was get on a train and go straight back to Queens. Great. Now which train goes back to Queens? I hope my parents are happy. They never let me travel. As a result, I never learned. I sat down and began looking for quarters. Hopefully there was a pay phone somewhere since I never bring my cell phone. In my frantic exploration through my bookbag, I heard 2 people arguing. God! WHO ARGUES IN A SUBWAY STATION?! It wasn't even in English? CAN THEY GET SOME MANNERS?!!!! I turned around to see who was fighting. It was 2 boys. I couldn't see their faces. They were pretty tall. They looked so familiar...No, it can't be...Tokio Hotel...nah, it can't be. I turned around trying to ignore them. I began searching for quarters again.
"FICK DICH!" I cursed under my breath.
I cursed in German when I get mad. I don't know why.
"**** YOU!" someone yelled at me.
WTF?
"YEAH, **** YOU!"
Ok, now I'm sure they were yelling at ME. I turned around.
"What the ****" I said.
The train came. It was going the other way. I'm guessing that's the train to Queens. It couldn't hurt getting in. I went in the train following the 2 tall dudes. Seriously, did they have to wear a hood and a hat? They were inside! Retards. I sat down. I heard some random yelling. I heard some random German words. I didn't know anyone speaked German, but then again, I wasn't in Queens anymore. I was in Manhattan. I turned on my iPod and turned on Break Away by Tokio Hotel. I just liked that song when I was on a ride. I don't know why. I still hear arguing through the music. It was those 2 boys. WHY? WHY DID I HAVE TO BE CURSED?! I'm guessing they didn't know where to go. They were pointing in different directions and yelling. I got up when it was almost my stop. I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I looked around. I saw the 2 boys. One had long black hair with blonde highlights while the other had blonde dreads. The one with the dreads was in gangster clothes while the other one had punk clothes. I laughed silently at how ridiculous they looked together.
"Do you know which way to the Irving Hotel?" the gangster asked in a deep accent.
"No, I'm sorry" I said taking off my iPod earphones and wrapping them around my iPod. I could hear the blaring of the song Scream. Their faces went pale. I don't know why.
I got out at my stop. I was home! I went to my laptop and started writing a new chapter of my fanfic. I've been writing for a month. I liked writing about Tokio Hotel. Haha. I wonder if that boy and that girl found their way yet. It's not my fault they were so old and didn't know how to travel. Maybe they were tourists. Still, I honestly didn't know where was the hotel.
Few months later...
I was in a supermarket buying the groceries. I was stuck doing this all the time. I got out of the supermarket. I dropped my groceries in suprise. It was Tokio Hotel!!!!!
This didn't seem right. Why would they be in a supermarket? Impossible! Why were they standing there then? What the ****? I must be tired or something. I picked up the groceries. I bumped into a person that was dressed in gangster clothes. His sunglasses fell out and my eyes popped open in suprise. TOM KAULITZ! They must have saw my eyes, because they got back in the limo. Forget it...it wasn't them. You're just tired.
I went home. I decided to go outside. I saw something shiny. It was a locket. I put it around my neck. I went around the town. I saw a limo. Some people got out of it. I tripped over and fell on 1 of them. I heard something crack. It was the locket. I looked up at the person I fell on. It was TOM KAULITZ. Next thing I knew, the world seemed to be spiraling. I guess people feel that way when they fall onto celebrities. I guessed wrong...