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    <title>k7x @ 2007-01-16T12:30:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;New start...hardly likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&lt;/b&gt;me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt; erm...18? not so sure on american ratings :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt; high school fic with Zacky/ Brian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desk I was sat at soon became the most interesting thing in the world. It was 9:30 and as well as being late for the very first lesson in my new school, the teacher insisted in droning on about last weeks science projects. As this was neither relevant or interesting on my part I started to study my desk to find out about it’s previous owners. The desk was filled with doodles and  notes, the most recent ones seeming to be ‘Loz &amp;lt;3’s Jimmy’ and ‘Claire 91’. After 10 more painfully slow minutes I lifted my head to take in my surroundings. Plain cream walls, small oak door and 3 windows, nothing else. I sighed, this was going to be a long boring day. I never agreed with my mum when she said she wanted to move, she thought it would do me good. In her little fairy land she had thought up that a new start for me would mean new friends and would stop me sitting in my room all night blasting out music. How wrong can you get! Here I was on my first day and no one had so much as looked at me in a friendly way. I went back to studding my desk. I thought about etching in my own name. I’d got to the ‘K’ when I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned around, my emerald eyes scanning the classroom until I came upon two guys simultaneously pointing at each other with the same cocky grin plastered across there faces.&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left was the taller of the two. He was one of those guys no one dared to mess with, I could tell just by looking at him. He had short black hair that was slightly styled  and warm hazel eyes. My hear jumped when u saw his lip piercing…it was just like mine, except I had two. As my eyes scanned down I noticed he was wearing dark jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. On his right arm were the etchings of a tattoo but you couldn’t make it out. This guy seemed to get cooler by the minute, I thought as my attention drifted to the guy on the right. He was slightly smaller and looked less tough, but was every bit as tough as the other compared to me. His hair was long flowing and dark brown, toped with a black fedora. His eyes were darker than the others and sometimes seemed to sparkle black in the light and he had a nose piercing.  Again as my eyes drifted of his face I became more impressed. He was wearing tight, black skinny jeans and a grey top with black writing that spelled out ‘Syn’.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the smiles slightly fade on there faces. Crap I was staring. I turned round to pick up the paper, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks as I bit my lip; a really bad habit of mine. Great, I thought, they send you as note and all you can do is fucking gawp at them. I was mentally beating my self up when I read the note:&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;U new hear?&lt;br /&gt;We apologise for our teacher, she’s a fucking Bore!&lt;br /&gt;Write back&lt;br /&gt;Matt + Brian&lt;br /&gt;My brain was working at 100 miles 	an hour. What the hell were these guys talking to you for? At my last school no one like them so much as said a word to me, let alone sent me notes! To try and make up for my staring  earlier I quickly scribbled a note and threw It back, only after realising that ‘Hi, yes and it’s okay -Zacky’ was a poor and embarrassing excuse for a note. I could hear them sniggering behind me. Shit, I thought, so much for a good impression. I lowered my head onto my desk in disappointment and found that a second note hitting my head was quite a surprise. I bit my lip ring this time as I read the second note:&lt;br /&gt;Man of many words eh?&lt;br /&gt;Meet us in the corridor after class&lt;br /&gt;And Matt says he likes your lip rings…&lt;br /&gt;Brian &lt;br /&gt;Ah so matt was the one with the lip piercing. Wait a minute. They wanted to meet me after class! What the Fuck was going on? Why me?? I sat there in pure torment for the rest of class. This was either the start of friendship or being bullied for the rest of your school life. I hoped to god it wasn’t the later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay first time posting here&lt;br /&gt;can you please tell me how to do links and stuff</content>
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