school -___-biology: we watched a documentary called "supersize me" and I don't think I'll be eating Mc.donalds anymore....
art: mr.harthan mental scarred the class by speaking all gangster like XD.
enlgish: I wanted to slap mr.grffinin in the face and I almost cried because I don't understand poetry XD
history: lol. we were naming off careers that woman only worked in and. this kid Christian yelled "HOOKERS!" XD
lunch: was hilarious! breanna was complaining about the lunch food and I was like "IT'S PROCESSED FROM FUCKING MEXICO! WHAT DO YOU EXPECT IT TO BE?!"
study skills; I got hit in the head with a pen on purpose XD
intro govt/justice: we did a worksheet.... which is like amazing in my class considering we do no work XD
and that's the highlights of my day -___-
Dinner Date - SynackyI sat at the elegantly decorated table, drumming my fingers against the tablecloth. It was a luxury for me to be in a restaurant -- I wasn't exactly rich. I yawned a bit. It was a Saturday, so I didn't have to work that day, but I was still tired from working the midnight shift at Taco Bell. Open 'til 2 AM who the fuck came up with that idea, anyways?Dinner Date - Synacky4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I put my head on the table and I was almost about to fall asleep, but then I noticed a waiter approaching me. A pretty good-looking waiter, at that. I sat up quickly.
"Hello," the waiter greeted me in a monotone voice. He sounded bored, like he hated his job. "My name's Brian, and I'll be serving you this evening."
Oh yes, a boring waiter. Might as well mess around with him, have a little fun. "Hi Brian, I'm Zacky. It's a pleasure meeting you, and I do hope that we can continue to talk even after this dinner." I stuck out my hand, offering for him to shake it. Brian looked at me like I was growing extra fingers, and I turned my hand
Zacky, Watching Over Us - A7XZacky, Watching Over US Avenged SevenfoldZacky, Watching Over Us - A7X4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You don't control me, Brian." Zacky looked at his boyfriend. Brian stared back hard. "No matter how many times you tell yourself you can, you can't." His voice was low, stinging venom.
"You know that I don't do what I do on purpose. I don't mean it." Brian stared at his shoes, defeated. Zacky stared at him, his eyes seeming to burn holes through his body. He didn't like that feeling; he felt like Zacky was looking at his soul; weighing his heart against a feather.
Zacky shook his head. "If you don't mean it, then why do you do it? I've had enough of it. You make me feel awful about myself in so many ways. You were right the other night. Avenged Sevenfold would be better without me. So I'm going. You and the guys won't have to deal with me another day."
"I love you, Zacky! Don't go please "
"It's my life. I'm doing what's right for me."
And with one last hard look at Brian, Zacky walked out of the house, out of Brian's life