They think I'm a lesbian 'cuz I don't wear pastels...

Cooties

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 20:10:31 GMT

She's got cooties
...Cooties
Nobody want to sit by her

I got used to the way they'd treat me back at school, all those Ga-Gas. They thought I was weird, made fun of me, all that.

Look, I was just a girl! I didn't want to try and fit in with them. I wanted to be me and if the me I was wasn't something they liked, well too bad. Bunch of bitches anyway. (Or as I like to put it, rhymes with hunts).

Oi, that's no way to treat a little girl. Ever since I was young, they all treated me that way and I'd walk around and say, "Toss off! I don't care what you think!" But it hurt. Not like I cared what they thought or that I wanted them to like me, but I have feelings, you know. Gaz was the first one to really care about my feelings, even if we fought a lot. Even if we still do (and for the record, I'm right and he's wrong about everything and that's that.)

But, yeah. I have feelings. Sure ain't a lot of fun sitting around in class and having people sit far away from you because of how you look or dress or act.

I'll show 'em all, though. I'm someone's babe now (and yeah, babe is different than chick, I ain't no bird, got it?), and... well, I'm going to do something important. Something to help the world. Then they'll all be sorry.

At least they'll be sorry once they see the new clothes that Meat gave to me.

Scaramouche
"We Will Rock You" the Musical
256

sixwordstories

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 16:09:20 GMT

And another one bites the dust.

Hello Little Girl

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:05:47 GMT

Any path.
So many worth exploring.
Just one would be so boring.

It's funny thinking back on it all now, actually. Just 'cuz I'd wear black dresses that were down to my ankles, those Ga-Ga Girls had to make fun of me. Think I told 'em to piss off a few times, not that it ever really helped. I honestly didn't mind being alone, until he showed up. Gazza.

That's not his name, of course. We can't have names 'round here. Gotta be "one", all blonde and stupid.

"One dream One soul One prize One goal…"

That's what they'd sing. See, I'm thinking ahead, here. It all really started when I wasn't allowed to graduate. Had to go have some implant in my head. Oi. That was the problem with GlobalSoft and Planet Mall and all those other wankers. Thinking that they could force us into their way of thinking. Well, not me. No. Not me.

So I got me a name thanks to Gazza and his strange dreams, Meat gave me some clothes that showed off a bit of my sexy side, and Brit gave me a place to live at the Heartbreak. I ain't no Ga-Ga now; I'm a Bohemian. And there's so much I'm not gonna give up.

I'm Scaramouche, and I'll bloody well do whatever I feel like doing, no matter where it might take me.

Scaramouche
"We Will Rock You" the Musical
210 (not including lyrics from "It's a Kind of Magic" by Queen)

sixwordstories

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 09:01:49 GMT

Can anybody find me somebody to...