Smoke ~ a Goth Kids fanfiction

Pete's got talent

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SOOO IVE CONTINUED THIS AFTER SAYING IT WAS FINISHED FOR MONTHS!! I had so many other plans for the story, and then I fell out of the fandom and decided to cut it short. I love the last chapter, but I want to add more. I left a lot of loose ends in the book, and I think I should finish it! I hope y'all enjoy!! :))

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You can listen to "Heather" while reading the story (when to start the song is indicated in the chapter) or after you finish reading. But either way I HIGHLY recommend listening to it. It just brings it home! 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=24u3NoPvgMw

It wouldn't copy into the box where a YT link would normally go, so y'all are gonna have to find the song yourselves lolz

Seven marks on the calendar in yellow ink. 

Each of those marks comprising days filled with the unique presence of joy. Ironically enough, that joy emanated off of the macabre goth kids. 

I came to appreciate the silent presence of my newfound friends; always there,  stoking the flames of the burning rose of my decaying innocence.

Michael was the one with the torch, and Pete was the one with the water. Pete's presence contorted into a jealous and maudlin form, for which he applied a mask to hide from us regularly. However his attempts were unsuccessful in my eyes.

Michael joined me in class that day, which was a welcome surprise. Even Mr. Garrison appeared to be shocked at the sight of the tall figure approaching a desk in the back of the classroom. 

"What's going on, Michael?" I whispered over to his slumped form. 

"What do you mean?" He glanced back at me as he freed a battered notebook from a cavernous pocket of his coat. 

"You're in class. You have never shown up to learn in the past week I've known you. So why are you here now?" I became aware about just how rude my tone was. 

Michael's whispers grew louder by the second. "Because Pete won't stop gushing about his stupid talent show. He's acting like a fucking prima-donna." He muttered bitterly, waving his hand for effect.

"All of this, just to escape Pete? Jesus he must be pretty bad, then." I remarked.

Mr Garrison cleared his throat, which resulted in a scratchy and unwelcoming noise. "Now today we will be going over ....."

The sound was drowned out by the raucous roar of the crowd. The school day had come and gone, but now we were all caught up in the electric energy of the...

"South Park high school talent show!" The loudspeakers blared a redundant reminder of the event.

"Pete's gonna totally embarrass himself." Henrietta wailed, attempting to be heard over the ear-splitting noise surrounding us.

"At least once this is over, we can all get peace from his bullshit." Michael remarked, slightly less booming than the the other goths statement. 

"I wanna see what he ends up singing. Seems like he didn't want anyone hearing him before ..." Firkle was cut off by the rest of the group.

"The big show." Michael and Henrietta both dramatically raised their hands over their foreheads in a feigned faint. 

The bright migrating spotlights that traced the crowd melted into a lavender color, and all merged to illuminate the stage before the crowd. 

A small form stepped onto the gleaming colossus, and announced the ground rules for the night. The first act, although well-thought-out and perfected, was a bore. The following three were for the conformist books, all comprised of a girl of mediocre talent attempting to sing a sad song by an artist miles ahead of themselves.