10-25-2008, 11:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-26-2008, 03:42 PM by The Death Curse.)
<!--quoteo(post=281634:date=Oct 24 2008, 10:15 PM:name=CreepingDead)<div class=\'quotetop\'>QUOTE(CreepingDead @ Oct 24 2008, 10:15 PM) <a href=\"index.php?act=findpost&pid=281634\"><{POST_SNAPBACK}></a></div><div class=\'quotemain\'><!--quotecI voted Emo/Goth. I wore all black with a black trenchcoat and people in the hallways called me "Satan" or "The Reaper".<!--QuoteEnd</div><!--QuoteEEndVery close to my story, Aaron. *high five*I was considered "That crazy/weird/goth/suicidal/homicidal kid" throughout high school, and power-walked everywhere I went. People ALWAYS frantically moved out of my friggin' way because they thought I was the "mysterious, goth, Satan-worshipping, villainous tyrant." It was utterly insane, but I lived it up to its greatest possible potential. :XThere was this one time that my friends and I had the entire school convinced that we were going to bomb it/shoot 'em up, so we had "men in suits" with their eyes on us at all times. School officials frequented our personal, non-school-related websites to find reasons to suspend us...And if they failed, then we got a rent-a-cop following us around school ALL DAY LONG. Not only did he wait outside all of our classrooms, but I distinctly remember our rent-a-cop following me INTO THE BATHROOM, and standing RIGHT BEHIND ME as I used the urinal. They were all nuts, and worried that I had hidden a gun or bomb on my person....Man, that crap made for priceless memories. There's more to the story, but I don't feel like typing it up.Cheers,Ryan