A little about me: I love music, video games and coffee. I follow Rubelangel and Skrillmau5. My favorite artists are Sonny Moore and Marilyn Manson. If you bring liquor, welcome to my life.
Skrillmau5 HighSonny walked in the halls of his high school dreadfully. Why did he have to be there? Why did he get assigned homework that nobody even grades? Why were the lights so bright today? Sonny wasn’t in the mood for any of it as he clicked the combination into his locker. He gathered his books and held them to his chest as he continued down the hall.Skrillmau5 High by simmyjux
Sonny’s pale face stayed aimed to the ground as he was shoved around the halls by various piers like a pinball. It was like he didn’t even exist. Sonny sighed. Would things ever get better?
Mr. Webs eyed Sonny as he was the first to enter the room. He approached Sonny, who slumped down in his desk glumly.
“I look forward to reading your essay on Watership Down, Mr. Moore,” Mr. Webs enthused.
Sonny offered the humble teacher a small smile. Mr. Webs was a sweet old man who was actually passionate about his job of teaching the written word. Mr. Webs liked Sonny’s style of writing and always encouraged Sonny to wr