Treason is Very Beautiful, chapter 3
I finished a whole chapter before I saw large headlights down the street. The engine was loud and I was afraid that it would wake the neighbors up. Oh well, let it. Sheena hung out the driver's window. "Need a lift?"she asked. I put everything in my booksack and hopped on. I took a look around. We had taken out all the seats except the two front seats and the driver's. The bus is basically a storage room on wheels.
Sheena shut the door as I sat down next to Sarah and the bus lurched forward.
I switched the CD in my CD player to Black Sabbath. Such a good band. Up until Ozzie got so coked up. Sharon! I'm stuck in the corner again! I smirked.
I whispered along with the words as the bus shakily rode down the streets. Sarah fell asleep against the window. Kevin and Katt sat in the seat next to us.
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of deaths construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!
"So, Chev," Sheena said from the steering wheel, "Written any songs lately?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I guess I just don't really have it in me anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"I just don't feel like writing anymore. When I try, they're always sad"
"Are you turning into an emo again?"
"Yeah."
"Damnit, Chevy. Why do you do that to yourself?"
"Because I can."
"Well, you shouldn't."
I got pissed. I'm tired of her always on my back about being an emo.
"I know I shouldn't! I don't give a fuck! Now get off my back!"
"Geez. Sorry."
"Just shutup."
I crossed my arms. I'm tired of her doing that. Sometimes I wish she would just drop dead.
Now in darkness, world stops turning
As the war machine keeps burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of God has sturck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
I yawned, closed my eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Sheena shut the door as I sat down next to Sarah and the bus lurched forward.
I switched the CD in my CD player to Black Sabbath. Such a good band. Up until Ozzie got so coked up. Sharon! I'm stuck in the corner again! I smirked.
I whispered along with the words as the bus shakily rode down the streets. Sarah fell asleep against the window. Kevin and Katt sat in the seat next to us.
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of deaths construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!
"So, Chev," Sheena said from the steering wheel, "Written any songs lately?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I guess I just don't really have it in me anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"I just don't feel like writing anymore. When I try, they're always sad"
"Are you turning into an emo again?"
"Yeah."
"Damnit, Chevy. Why do you do that to yourself?"
"Because I can."
"Well, you shouldn't."
I got pissed. I'm tired of her always on my back about being an emo.
"I know I shouldn't! I don't give a fuck! Now get off my back!"
"Geez. Sorry."
"Just shutup."
I crossed my arms. I'm tired of her doing that. Sometimes I wish she would just drop dead.
Now in darkness, world stops turning
As the war machine keeps burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of God has sturck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
I yawned, closed my eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.