Top 10 ways to win Homecoming King/Queen

1. Get the minorities to vote at your school: At some schools, the minorities don't vote. Just tell them that you'll be their friend and that the world will be a better place if they vote for you, but in reality your lying straight to their faces. It takes a bitch to lie to someones face like that, but a real bitch would do anything for that crown.



2. Manipulate the competition: Tell your competition that you'll vote for them if they vote for you. Everybody knows that your a backstabbing bitch and that you wont really vote for them, but your stupid ass competition might not know that. Your competitors may be your friends, but in the end all that wont matter, all because you know that they're losers and you'll be homecoming queen/king!



3. Hand out different crap: You might sway people with giving free stuff. But, they might lie to you and just take your crap. Or you can hand yourself out and promise people that they'll all have turns taking advantage of you.



4. Queen: Screw all the football players: If the football players have a great image of you, you'll surely win. But make sure you don't let them take pictures of you naked, because they'll send it around to everyone.
   
   King: Screw all the cheerleaders: the cheerleaders are all mainly popular. So, if you have sex with them, they will surely vote for you as well and tell their girlfriends to vote for you and you might get lucky with their friends to. But watch out, cheerleaders tend to carry all kinds of diseases, and crabs.



5. Advertise yourself better: posters may be good in telling people your running, but their are other methods. If you REALLY don't mind people having naked pictures of you, then send them to guys. Tell them that they'll have ALL THAT if they vote for you. But make sure they do vote for you, because if you don't, then your just going to give it up for nothing. But, on the other hand, it might be worth it.



6. Go up to anyone: Go up to anyone, random people if you have to, and tell them to vote for you. People might laugh or stare at you, but winning should be the 1st priority in mind You might be popular, but remember not everyone likes you because your a snobby hoe.



7. Have fun with the dress up days: If you dress up funny as hell and don't care how you look, or dress up slutty as hell, then people will know you and have your name in mind when voting comes around. If your popular, then people already think you dress up slutty as hell, but just dress sluttier than ever, preferably no clothing this time around.



8. Make friends fast: If your a loser and not known, or known as a loser, then don't even hope for a chance to win.



9. Become hot quick: people who are ugly and not hot, don't usually win these kinds of events. But, a change of style and changing how your face looks will surely get you some more votes. Some word of advice, don't run for homecoming if you are ugly as hell!



10. If all comes to last resort, start being the true bitch that you are and blackmail!: You might be desperate at this point, and you might be willing to win at all costs. So, all you have to do is black mail a couple of people here and there, tell them if you don't win you'll reveal some secret about them. Blackmailing someone could be fun for you. Plus, think about how freakin sweet it would be to have that crown on your head!

From Home to Coast (Color Story)

We were on our way to our destination of eternal bliss. We have been on the road, sky’s beautiful as a summers dream, for nearly five hours, but we were filled with a sense of serenity for we knew what destination lied ahead of us. We came to a halt in front of a gas station to fill up on gas and stock up on snacks for the remaining hour or so that was left in front of us. “I’ll go pay for the gas a grab some snacks. Want something Joe?” I asked. He replied, “yea, grab me some chips a hoy cookies and some oreos.” “I’ll take some Oreos as well,” said Jillian. I looked up in the sky, smiled as I did, not a cloud in sight. As the sun’s rays beat down on my face I thought to myself, “This is going to be some new life.” After the car was re-energized and we had our snacks to munch on, we took off once more. Anticipation was slowly but surely overcoming us all. “What’s the first thing we’re going to do once we get their?” asked Jillian. I replied by telling her in a serene-like tone, “We are first going to the apartment because I cannot stand one more minute in this crammed car.” An hour passed and we were really becoming overwhelmed with anticipation, but at the same time we were getting really irritated at the fact that we had not arrived yet. Just as we were reaching our peak of frustration, we saw it.

There it was, in the beyond, in all its beauty. “Yes!” Everyone shouted with a great roar of excitement and relief. The beach, where a person would seem at ease with the world.
As we drove alongside the coastline, we witnessed the beautiful waters, the sky giving off a sense of tranquility. Our friendship had bonded us together forever. Fate had sealed our futures together and we all, some how, got accepted to the same college. We arrived at the complex, and what we witnessed was nothing what we thought it would be. The complex was more than we expected. It was filled with the sense of morning glory aura, and our attention was grabbed by a beautiful fountain, sitting there with all its beauty. Its waters fluctuating with dazzling sparkle, and the glamorous detail carved within it. They soon left there afterwards, and they headed towards the beautiful scene of what was the ocean. They strolled alongside the sandy beach. As they did, Jillian asked me, “What kind of adventures do you think lies ahead of us?” I replied, “I don’t know Jillian, but whatever comes our way, we need to promise each other something.” Everyone stared at me, Jillian with her aqua marine eyes, Joe with his hazel, and asked, “What is it?” I replied, “We must promise each other to never destroy our friendship, no matter what the hardships.” Everyone nodded in approval, and replied, “We promise.”

Goldie (fairy tale)

Goldie is a 5 ft 3inch prostitute, 5 ft 6 with her hooker boots on, who had dirty blonde hair, perfect slim figure, and she works at The Kitty Box. Everyday she gets ordered by several different men who need a little action in their pathetic low life lives and she goes to their houses to please them. All these men always turn out to be the same type of person repeatedly. They usually have no family, they usually turn out to be horn dogs in desperate need of sex, and they all live in the slums of the wretched city she lives in. She wanted more out of life, and she was tired of being in fear everyday for the chance that she may receive an STD from a man she made a quick buck from, or that one man may be a killer out for blood. One day she was ordered by a person that was to pay her $10,000 for her services in 2 days. She thought that this customer was going to turn out to be the typical horn dog she has sex with all the time, but what was waiting for her was going to unexpected. The man told her over the phone to arrive at his play at noon on Thursday, and she did just that. Thursday afternoon strolled along and she made her way to his place. He lived in a run down apartment complex; drunk with pathetic men hanging out in the front leaning against their banged up ghetto cars, but this was no surprise to her. She walked around the complex, it reeked of putrid cat urine and throw up, “how disgusting,” she though. She finally came across apartment number 41A. The door was a solid egg white with a window right in the middle of it. She knocked on the door and waited for a reply. No one answered. She curiously turned the doorknob, checking for a possibility of an unlocked door. She is surprised when the door opened across the threshold. She calls out his name, nothing. She lets herself in and gently closes the door behind her.

She begins looking around, curious as she around the living quarters. There was a living room with a couch and a TV, and a countertop separated the kitchen form the living room. The kitchen had a little circle table on the side with two chairs and a high chair. “What is the high chair for?” She wondered. She placed her purse upon the table. She roamed in the living room, there she saw a couch, and rocking chair, and a baby swing. She automatically realized then that this man was married with a family. She wound up the crank and gently pushed the swing with her fingertips. She approached the TV that was on top a cabinet shelf; there she saw pictures of the man, his wife, and the baby. When her eyes lay upon the photos, she began to cry. Her tears came out of hatred, but this hatred was not towards the man or any member of this family, but hatred towards herself. She realized that what she was doing with her life had no meaning. She realized how society had forgotten their treasures most dear to them. She made her way towards the kitchen, once in there; she noticed that there was a little pot of soup on the stovetop. She touched the pot but immediately withdrew her finger for it was still hot. Where was the man, she did not know, but the more time she spent in his household, the more remorse she felt for the mother and child. She walked cautiously down the hall; she passed the restroom, catching glimpse of a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and some diapers. She came across the last door of the hallway. She had a feeling that she should not step into the room of a complete stranger, but curiosity got the best of her. She slowly crept the door open and she stepped foot into the bedroom. She glanced throughout the room at first, and then she began examining different belongings. She first noticed the bed in the room, headboard up against the far end of the wall. Right next to the bed laid a wooden babies crib. Tears escaped from her eyes once more and strolled down her cheeks. She opened the drawer that was near the crib. Little infant clothes were folded neatly within it. He must have forgotten that he had ordered a prostitute for that day. An hour passed. “Thud!” The man arrived back to the apartment with his wife and child. The woman noticed the babies swing was operating. She stopped the swing, but was confused at the sight. “Honey, did you start the swing?” He replied with a no. The wife put the baby into the swing and started it into motion once more. The husband noticed that the lid to the soup was partially off. He questioned his wife, asking her if she had done that, but she denied it. The husband caught glimpse of a purse upon the table, and now he realized what he had forgotten. He swiftly hid the purse out of site and he nervously thought of the possibility that the prostitute may be in the house. There was a rustle sound beckoning from bedroom. The husband and wife jolted from sudden fright. The husband then knew that she was what made the sound. The wife swiftly made her way to the bedroom with whatever she could grab at arms distance, which happened to be her umbrella. The husband frantically tried to prevent the wife from entering the bedroom, but it was too late. Goldie was fast asleep on the bed, dreaming away. “What the hell is going on here?” The wife screamed. Goldie awoke from her slumber and was astonished that she had fallen asleep and was still present when they arrived back. Goldie began to cry, and explained to the wife that her husband had ordered a prostitute. The wife was devastated and sat on the foot of the bed. The husband screamed with great fierce in his voice. She became fearful and she ran off. What happened to the family, she does not know. What she does know is that her future can only go up from here.