Capítulo 2: Chapter 2
Grabbing the vibrating phone, a soft pain runs over my stomach. Ignoring it I turn of my alarm and go back to sleep.
"MELANIE! I'm leaving!" Shouts my brother. He is in college and leaves after I do.
Processing what he said I grab my phone to see what time it is. Shit. I should be leaving now. I get up and rub my eyes before walking to turn the lights on. Squiniting at the sudden brightness I head to the bathroom. Walking to the toliet I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Ew. My hair is a mess and my masscara from yesterday is smeared under my eyes. 'I look hideous.'
After using the bathroom I go back to my room and open my closet to reveal a sea of black clothing. I grab a lace like undershirt that isn't too see through and a band T-shirt. Moving to pants I yank black ripped jeans from the top rod and throw them on my bed. Quickly I undress and throw on my clothes but as I'm putting on my pants I look down to see puffy red lines crossing over my uper thighs. My brain instantly shifts. 'You fuck up. This is what you deserve. You will never be beautiful. You will never leave a mark on this Earth. Honestly you don't even make a difference. What is one life going to do to an overpopulated world?' I drag up my pants as fast as possible and adjust my clothing in the mirror. I grab a chain from my desk and hook it onto my pant loops and sit down in front of my light up mirror. Grabbing my makeup I slam it onto my face not really caring what I look like since nothing can save my face. My pale face makes my black eyeliner stand out. I don't do it thick like a "typical emo" but I do wing out the end. I also grab a dark purple lipstick before getting up and grabbing socks. I walk out to brush my teeth and hair, head to the front and put my high top VANS on before grabbing my keys and backpack and leaving. In the garage I straddle my motercycle and shove my head into the helmet. Opening the door I back out before heading to the school.
Once arriving I see that there is still a crowd of people outside the school so I park my bike, take off my helmet, and grab my pack of cigarettes. I grab one and place it inbetween my violet lips before grabbing my lighter and burning the end. I take a deep breath and let the smoke fill my being calming my nerves ever so slightly. Chatter fills the air and already annoys the shit out of me. I put in my ear buds and turn on my music drowning out everyone else. I close my eyes and take another drag from the cig before letting it out slowly. I drop the bud to the ground and walk to the school with my bag slung over my right shoulder. 'Here we go.' I grab my tounge ringh between my teeth and pull as I approach hell on Earth.
Walking through the big double doors I saw many girls look at me while whispering to their friends with an evil smirk on their face. The boys don't pay much mind to me and if they do it's to throw a wad of paper or pencil out me while yelling "GOTH." No guy ever pays attention to me unless they want to try and have a fun night. But nothing more than kissing has ever happened. Besides once. 'Every school's the same, but if that's true, where's the queen bitches?" Just as I think that, I find them. They are in a group gossiping amoung themselves with their jock boyfriends punching each other. They all look pampered and spoiled except for one who completely shocks me. He is dressed in a black leather jacket with a red loose tanktop. His black jeans are ripped and not super tight. His shoes are black high tops from some high end store I'm sure becuase of their stupid appearance. He has olive skin and dirty blonde hair. I can't see his eyes from here but I'm sure they are a light blue like every other basic white boy I've seen. I wasn't stunned by his looks, honeslty I can't even see his face from where I am standing, but I was suprised that this school already had a rebellious student. Normally when I go to school I am the ony bad girl there and no girl dares speak to me unless they want to impress some guy. They think that a punk look will suddenly attract the boring jocks. By the time I leave at least one guy has turned punk and has a good girl girlfriend who he cheats on, obviously. So to see this guy, I sense a challenge coming my way.
I realize that I am supposed to check into the office first and I see the door behind the group. Great. I prepare myself to walk over there, expecting them to insult me or something, but instead one of the girls pokes my shoulder. I flinch at her touch and take out one of my ear buds focusing my attention on her. She has light brown hair in a half up do with silver glitter in it, her make up is caked on and she has an obvious fake tan. She is pretty but she is trying too hard. Her shirt is a size to small and her shorts leave little to the imagination but I see a tattoo or a fallen angle on her thigh. She has long socks pushed down so they bunch just above her chuncky Air Force sneakers.
"Hey!" She says in a fake cheery voice. "You should totally come to my party tonight! Seeing as your new it would be a great chance to get to know people!" She says with a weird look in her eye.
"No thanks." I say cooly and try to turn away but she grabs my wrist making me turn my head to face her. She doesn't realize that she is squeezing my cuts sending a fight or flight response through my body.
"Please! It will be fun!" She snaps her fingers and one of the other girls behind her gives her a flyer. 'She's crazy. What teen prints flyers for a party that I'm sure isn't legal.' She grabs the paper and shoves it in my hand that is curretly still trapped by her manicured hand. "This has all the information! Hope to see you there!" She says and lets go of my wrist.
A burnig sensation rises up my arm and I feel something start to fall. I look down and a single drop of crimsion liquid falls onto the paper. I don't think anyone sees as I walk away but I look up to see the blonde *uck face looking at the paper. I walk quickly past him and head to the bathroom. 'The office can wait, I need to fix this.'
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