YouTube Presents... (A Kyle David Hall fanfic)

Chapter 37

A/N: this is a few weeks later, just so ya know =)

Also, thank you guys so much for being patient <3 I'll update as soon as I can

"Attention everyone!" The teacher called out to all of the yelling students in the classroom. "We have a new student joining us. Amanda, come introduce yourself." She whispered the last part to me and ushered me out of the doorway. I hesitantly began walking towards her, showing myself off to the class.

I awkwardly put my hand up in a small wave, not wanting to speak up. "C'mon, tell them your name, who you are, hobbies, stuff like that." Great. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I must admit, haven't done this before. This is my first time moving schools and it's freaking me out.

"Uh, hi. My names Amanda, I'm from Australia. I like music, YouTube and riding my skateboard." While I spoke, I gestured to the headphones hanging from my pocket, the YouTube pin on my vest and the skateboard that I held behind my legs. I felt really awkward and I didn't really know how these things went. I heard a few whispers, giggles, and the amount of eyes on me made me feel like a deer caught in head lights. I think the teacher noticed because she pointed towards an empty seat near the back.

"Amanda, why don't you take a seat back there next to Kristine and we'll start the lesson. I'm sure you'll fit right in." I nodded and grabbed my bag off the floor and dragged myself to the desk. I sat down, dropping my skateboard at my feet and my bag on the desk. The girl beside me had bleach blonde hair and a nose ring. She was wearing a short pink shirt and white blouse.

If everyone else at this school looks like the people in this classroom, then, yea, I'll fit right in. Note the sarcasm.

I pulled out my books and tried to ignore some of the looks that I was getting. I guess they were all staring at the red and black hair, or maybe the new lip ring I got, nah, maybe it was the black skinny jeans, the grey 'go fuck yourself' shirt, denim vest and batman beanie? Yea, definitely the way I dressed. Everyone here was wearing mostly pink and light blue for the girls in the forms of skirts and dresses and snap backs and tuxedo shirts for the guys. It was insane how much these people looked like prissy followers.

I had a hard time keeping up in classes, there were eight periods, that's pretty mental considering I'm used to only four. During lunch I just sat out in the courtyard alone, listening to SECRETS and reading a book (Okay, if you haven't heard of that band, look them up, I fricken love them right now! *-* I think I might've said that before, but oh well).

I might've only been here for a day, but I already hate it. Turns out, it's not the best idea to take your bag and skateboard everywhere, I actually have a locker to put those in, but was I told that? Nope. I had some dude come up behind me and grab my board and ride off with it, only to find it hanging out of the trash can down the hall when I finally caught up. People also pulled on my bag, pushing me and pulling me through the hallway until finally a teacher showed me to my locker, where I finally put my bag and board in. Man, the people in this school really have no respect for others.

Hours passed and I was finally aloud to go home. But the torture never ends, does it? On my way out the door, that girl, Kristine, I think her name was, came up to me and stopped me from leaving by pulling on the hood of my vest.

"Hey newbie." She teased. Still holding my hood, she leaned her arm on my shoulder. "Not going home already, are we?" She brushed my bangs out of my face and gave me a pleasant smile that sent shivers down my back. "What do you want?" I felt like a little mouse, and she's a hungry house cat. I wish I could just scurry away, back to my room where I could Skype Mike and be alone.

Before she could answer, I heard someone else call out. "Kristen! You still have a detention to make up for, come on, get in here!" When I turned back, a teacher was standing in a nearby doorway ushering her over. She grunted before letting me go and storming off.

I adjusted the hood to be behind my head again and left the school as fast as I could. Man, that was close. Tomorrow I'm going to need to find a way out of this school without running into her. There's something about her that tells me she won't give up until she catches me alone again.

I dropped my skateboard onto the ground and pushed off, pulling my beanie further over my head so that it wouldn't fall off. A couple minutes later, I reached the house. Home life has definitely not gotten better. My grandparents, since they were retired, persuaded my mum to get a job to help pay rent, and of course she did. They have way too much influence on her. Not only that, but they have started doing room inspections once a week at random. If I had any vulgar shirts, like the one I'm currently wearing, then they would trash it, ripped jeans were gone too, most of my band posters and shirts were torn and my room was painted light blue and my bed sheets were plain white. Oh, and the worst part, I was forced to take out all my ear piercings. ALL OF THEM. Do you know how many holes that leaves empty? A lot. I'm lucky enough to have my lip and nose ring. They said that the only reason I was aloud to keep those was because without them I'd look 'deformed' as they put it.

I pushed the front door open and sprinted to my room. As soon as I got there, I locked the door. One privilege I was aloud, a lock on my door. I dropped my skateboard on my floor and went to get dressed. If they saw this shirt I'd be dead. Literally.

I pulled the suitcase I hid under my bed out and put it back in there. Since they're old and slightly crippled, they can't check under here, so this is where I keep all my stuff now. I pushed it back and went to my closet for a new shirt. One more thing I hate, they shop for me now. When I opened my closet door, I was greeted with a frilly pink tank top. Resisting the urge to tear that, and everything else frilly and pink, to shreds, I pulled out a black thug pug shirt and pulled it on.

I still talk to Johnnie, Bryan and Damon, and Johnnie managed to convince me to buy a goddamn shirt, while Kyle, well, after I moved here and spent most of my time Skyping Mike, I stopped texting him as much. The only reason the others are still in my life is because, surprisingly enough, they're always texting me, Damon even visited me last week. They're really keeping an effort to be my friend, which is awesome.

I slumped down on my bed, sick and tired of thinking and hating life here. I pulled my laptop up to me and logged into YouTube. Man I miss YouTube. I was also forced to almost quit YouTube. I fought them on it, and eventually, convinced them to let me post twice a month, rather than twice a week. Fans were definitely disappointed, but what can I do?

I began going through my subscriptions list and watched a few videos before I heard a knock on my door. Great, the worst part of my day has come! The endless amount of chores.

"We're too old and your mother is working, so stop being such a brat and do your chores!" I mimicked them quietly as I packed away my laptop and answered the door.

"Time to do your chores, here's the list." My grandad greeted me and handed me a piece of paper with a list of things to do on it. "Okay, I'll see you at dinner then." I mumbled, heading towards the kitchen to clean up. I wish I could just fucking leave this shithole already.