Forever Freaks

Chapter one

The light of day fluttered through the blinds.
My mind was still clouded with sleep,
It was the first day of school. I silently cursed under my breath, realizing the thing that woke me was my mother she called for me.
You see I'm not exactly like the other kids. I'm darker. I just was, and quieter. Anxiety welled up inside me, another year of torturous students, of hiding in the music room, and reading a good book.
"IM UP!" I yelled as loud as I could, knowing how deaf she was. I lived like a basement troll.
I dragged myself from the covers, and across the hall to the bathroom. Turning on the bright light, that really hurt my eyes, I staired at myself in the mirror.
Messy long blond hair, all one length, parted on the right going to the left.
My pale green eyes had smudged dark makeup around them, bits of mascara and eyeshadow, it looked very grey, very dead. I looked as dead as I felt.
My pale skin was broken out into acne and my glasses magnified my eyes by twenty, making them look like tea suarses. Maybe thats an exaggeration, they maybe looked like bubbles.
I even agreed with my tormentors.
"Bubbles the fucking bitch," I spat at myself, and my hair made me look like a child. I growled and went into the medican cabnit, finding my moms sewing scissors, I locked the door.
And SNIP!
I began chopping at my hair, peices of long blond hair falling into the sink, I started snipping layers in, leaving the main length. I took a rasor, and began putting texture in my hair.
I brushed out my now butchered hair, scene styled.
I teased it up and styled it accordingly, before admiring my handy work.
Much better.
On anyone with good looks.
On me it looked stupid, the shorter fringe looked like a bob, and the hair was whispey and on my glasses.
My face was too round for this style to pull off.
But then again, what style could I pull off?
At least it hid the acne on my forhead.
But the job wasn't done,
I ripped my glasses off, poked contacts into my eyes, and began to apply what I like to call... 'My face'
Putting on foundation, dark makeup, and red lipstick.
I looked pale as always.
But hey.
I'm not a vampire but I feel like one.

Soon I dressed in my Black Veil Brides teeshirt, and black jeans.
I wore of corse, my black jack skellington sweater, and tons of bracelettes.
I had nothing to hide.
Well not at this point...

Walking downstairs, my older brother, my sister, and my mom all staired at me.
"What did you do to your hair?!" My mother exclaimed, rushing to me, and touching the fringe.
I pushed her away, past experiences making me jumpy.
Brushing past her, I came face to face with my sister.
She had black hair, the side of her head shaved, and she simply said...
"You look like an emo freak," those words sliced through me. Of corse I did, to her I always did.
Past experiences had caused us to go bitter towards eachother...
Lets just say when I was younger I couldn't fight back... And simply took abuse.
Now I was a passifist, but if you really fucked up... I would lose my shit.
And I did one time.
We exchanged cold stairs before my brother, a sixteen year old, tall, skinny guy stepped in between us.
He had side swooped hair, but more like justen Beiber, and his natural brown hair.
It's funny.
I'm a natural blond, I can't tan, and everyone else is brunette and have darker skin.
I assume he was good looking, considering the girls were all over him. But he's my brother, fuck if I started thinking he was hot I would need the therapy.
He turned to me and felt the fringe, before giving me a slightly crooked smile, that's something we had in common, we both had a crooked smile.
"I think it looks good Ella," he complimented. I should have a wave of releaf, or a lighter feeling than I did.
But I just felt so dull, and I always did. Even when I was little.
"Thanks Bman," I smiled, B standing for Brian, we tended to call him B-man, I should use that little hyphen, but in his gamer tag he doesn't, in text his friends don't, and I've just never gotten into the habit.
That's probably the only time you'll ever see it.
My sister Evan just rolled her eyes and continued getting for work.
The girl was going to be twenty, and barely passed school.
Holding a job down was hard but... After all she's my sister, I love her, and I want truly what's best for her. Even if that means we never talk again.