Posted about 4 years ago
(Okay, I'mn starting now)
It was horrid.
How did I manage to get myself into this? Ixas asked himself as he gazed upon one of the many flyers that had been posted up around the school. The flyer read:
Our schools precious Fallen Angel Ixas Blaque
Is making a band! Come to the auditorium after school to audition!
Below all that was a picture of him. Ixas cringed, it appears that his fanclub had misunderstood him. He had said the previous day during class when the teacher had asked him about his his future that he desired a music career. And this was the outcome. Ixas surpressed the urge to bang his head on the wall and struggled to think of a solution. He let out a small frustrated sound and tore the flyer down and stuffed it into his pocket. His face was a black mask void of emotion even while his heart sped up with nervousness and panic welled up.
PoeticJustice is Me random nickname from Huge!
But most peoples call me Ziah
Random Person: We are all horses! We are old horses in our own way!
Me: Nay! Nay! I wants some HAY!
Random Person: ***looks at me as if I should belong in a mental hospital***