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- > Be Anon.
- > Question every decision in your life that lead up to this point.
- > "Well, go on."
- > Diamond Tiara grinned as Sliver Spoon snorted besides her. They stood only a few feet to your left, but you can feel the sheer amount of 'smug' rolling off them.
- > Contemplate shoving their namesakes down their throats.
- > Jail time's probably not worth it.
- > Probably.
- > You look around the cafeteria.
- > Lunch is in full swing, though it's still early in the period.
- > You can tell because no ones broken into spontaneous song.
- > A few people are already eyeing you curiously, or at least the large amp that's stood besides you.
- > It's already all plugged in: a nearly silent whine coming from it.
- > Look at the microphone if your right hand and sheets of paper in your left.
- > Look up at the two bitches-
- > Look up at the two kids to your left.
- > Diamond gives a almost invisible nod.
- > Fuck...here goes....
- "Bacon Hair. A poem to Sunset Shimmer."
- > Entire fucking cafeteria goes silent.
- > Everyone's looking at you.
- > You can see Sunset Shimmer off to one side, sitting at a table with the other 'Rainbombs'
- > She looks appropriately worried.
- > She can't complain to a certain extent: she's the one who suggested the 'auction' to you anyway.
- > You hadn't really been dating that long.
- > Ah, well. You're not getting to third base after this shit.
- > Time to go out in a moderately impressive manner.
- > You clear your throat.
- "Bacon Hair.
- Out of the entire school I could pick,
- a lot of people that I would kick,
- but you're the last I would punt,
- especially after you let me eat out your-"
- > HOLY FUCKING SHIT
- > Stupid amount of feedback from amp
- > Turn around to see the principle and vice principle.
- > They're not laughing, unlike the rest of the damn room.
- > You quickly turn to the two little shits-
- > -to the little tykes to the left.
- > Fucking gone.
- "...To my credit, there are a lot of words that rhyme with punt.."
- --------
- > Walk out of principle's office.
- > Finally.
- > Look at the hallway clock.
- > Shit. It's late.
- > Suppose you should be glad you only got a detention, rather then getting your ass kicked to the curb.
- > Doesn't soften the fact that you're probably gonna have every Dick Tom and Jane in this school ribbing you for the rest of the year for that stunt you pulled.
- > Check phone as you begin shuffling down the corridor.
- > 1 message, from 'D.T.'
- > "LOLOLO, gg fag. C U tomoz :P ."
- > What a bitch.
- > Push open school doors, not having the energy to slam them open.
- > Blink in surprise when Bacon Hair herself is sitting on the front steps.
- > Shite.
- > You don't need this now.
- > Try to walk past without drawing attention to self.
- > "Anon?"
- > Ah, crap. It was worth the attempt.
- "Y-yo?"
- > "You get a good ear thrashing?"
- > Nod.
- > "Heh. Well, suppose I should apologize for pushing you to sign up for the auction, huh?"
- > Yes.
- "Nah, it's alright. It was those two little b...kids that caused this shit."
- > Sunset just shrugs, before giving you a sly look.
- > "Sooo...that poem, huh?"
- > Not sure where she's going with this, you just nod slightly.
- > "...ya ever heard of 'putting poetry into motion?"
- "...Bwa...?"
- > She shoots you most shit-eating-grin you've even seen.
- > ...Holy shit.
- > You lost your pride and dignity.
- > Still worth.
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