"Alex! Let's go!" My mom yelled from downstairs. I took one last look in the mirror. Converse, ripped jeans, band shirt, and my long black hair with teal highlights. I was of average height, and not super skinny. I looked healthy, my mom would always say. I wasn't overweight, but not too much like a twig either. This is it, I thought as I walked out of my room, and down the stairs. First day of school. Well, for me at least.
The car ride was fairly quiet. "Nervous?" My mom asked.
"Not really. I mean, it's always the same. I'm the target for labels and names. It happens." I said as I continued to stare out the window.
"I know... And I'm sorry honey... I really wish you could go somewhere else... I do."
"No matter where I go, it's all the same. 'Ooohh Alex is emo', 'Oh my god, look at her scars!' It's all the same..."
"I know... But this is the only school within 20 miles," The car pulled up to the school, "Well... This is it... You'll do great. Text me if you need anything."
"Okay, thanks mom. I love you." One last look at her, smiling, and I turned around to head into the school.
The halls weren't as crowded as my old school, but not by much. I checked my schedule and map, wondering where to go. My first class was math. Fantastic. As I made my way to the classroom, I heard some whispers. One girl said, "Ew, emos still exist?" and another one said, "Look at her arms..." To be honest, I'm used to this by now. I quickly found the classroom and sat down in the back. The bell rang, and in walked the teacher. I felt like I was in an old school movie of some kind. The teacher was dressed in plain khakis down to the knee, with a sweater vest and bow tie. I couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with the poor guy, but then I realized that I probably get similar stares, so I quickly looked away.
If I thought the day would just fly by without attracting attention to myself, I would have been wrong. Very wrong.
"Good morning, class," he said after taking attendance, "Today will be a fun and interesting day for all of you. But first, let me introduce our new student, Alex Rose. Alex, could you please stand up and tell us about yourself?"
Slowly standing up, I feel the pit in my stomach get bigger. Like it would swallow me up at any minute. "I, uh, I'm Alex." I managed to choke out, "My mom and I moved here from Colorado about a week ago..." I sat down, as the class was still watching me.
As if the teacher could hear my mental pleads of moving on, he began to start our lesson.
The rest of the day went by very slow. I swear, each minute felt like 5. The only interesting part was at lunch when I was approached by some slutty cheerleaders.
I had just sat down and put my earbuds in my ears when these girls plopped down, just staring at me. I took out an earbud, "Can I help you?"
The one blonde to my right said, "I'm Britney. This is Sarah," gesturing to the red head, "and this is Amber," gesturing to the brunette. Amber was staring at me, like she was trying to look inside my soul or something. It was actually kinda creeping me out.
"So... I didn't know emos still exist." Britney's high pitched voice said.
"It's not like we went extinct." I said, lowering my head and rolling my eyes.
"Why did you come here?" Sarah asked.
"My mom and I wanted to."
Amber was still staring at me, completely silent. Creepy. After another 5, torturous minutes talking with Britney and Sarah, Amber finally spoke up.
"Why are you so emo? So creepy?" She asked, tilting her head, and producing a scoffing noise.
"Why are you so slutty?" I said, imitating her head tilt and scoff. She gasped and her eyes went wide.
"You have a lot of nerve saying that!"
"Oh please. No one wears a skirt like that just not wanting attention," I gestured to how short her skirt really was. She looked down and walked away with a scoff. Oh and that cheesy hair flip? Yeah, she did that too. Britney and Sarah were just as shocked as Amber. They too, got up and left. Thank God. I couldn't take much more of that chipper chatter.
I put my earbuds back in my ears, and let my music take me away.
When I got home later, my mom was still at work. I went upstairs to my room, attempted at my homework, but ended up falling asleep.
In my dream, I was at school. Odd, but okay. Then I see this guy, who looks like the most gorgeous being to ever live. He had short black hair that swept across his eyes. His eyes were a bright blue, and were incredibly captivating. He was tall and skinny, but looked healthy and fit. I found myself smiling. I wish that could actually happen. And maybe it could, if life wasn't a let down sometimes.
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My Own Angel
Short StoryAlex and her mom move in an effort to escape the hell that she was living in with her dad. Overcoming struggles with self harm, Alex befriends a boy at her new school. He becomes her best friend, and only friend, until something happens that sends h...