Mockingbird // 5sauce

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"@katiexoxo: party at mine 9pm"

Frances saw Katie's tweet and decided to attend the party. Those parties were never too extreme. Just loud music, sweaty teenagers and a few alcoholic drinks going around sneakily.

Luckily, her parents let her go since it was Friday night. Courtney and Lindsay texted her asking if she was going. Frances rolled her eyes and quickly replied pretending to be as excited as they were.

She texted Michael Clifford, too but he didn't answer her, unfortunately.

She arrived at a party wearing simply a random grey t-shirt and black skinny jeans. She didn't care about exposing her body and having boys drool over her.

She found Courtney trying to flirt with some hot boys who were giving her no attention. Courtney frustratedly touched their shoulder or thighs to get their attention but it was all in vain.

Frances rolled her eyes and sat on a couch in the back of the room next to a couple having a heated make out session. She sighed and wished Michael would be there.

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Meanwhile, Michael was locked inside his bedroom with a bunch of unfinished school work scattered around the floor. His eyes were puffy from crying and he just wanted to burn all those papers along with his house and everyone else in it including himself.

His parents found out his grades were low and he wasn't putting any effort in school. They were mad and took his guitar and phone away until he finished the work he had to do and had better grades.

Michael was frustrated and didn't want to study. Since he was labeled as Freak, they had hated him.

He felt so alone for so many years. He was so sick of it, sick of having to pretend to be someone he wasn't. He was simply a music-obsessed teenager who hated school and loved to laugh and tell dirty jokes.

Freaks are the ones who tattooed that filthy word on his skin. He had thought many times about cutting his skin off but they'd just tattoo the damn word again and worst: they could murder him.

It was against the law to not act upon your label. The few who were bold enough to do it disappeared and many thought they were dead.

But what's the point in living in a world where you can't be yourself? It was pointless. Maybe dying wouldn't be so bad, Michael thought.

But again he thought about what if someone was bold enough to start a revolution? To stop all this and let people live the life they want without any personality limits?

He just wished he was brave enough to do it himself.

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"Kelsey, hurry up, dammit!" Luke shouted from downstairs.

"Just fucking wait!" she screamed back from the bathroom upstairs where she applied the last bit of mascara.

She jogged downstairs and closed the door behind her running to Luke's car. Luke proudly stared at his younger sister.

She looked unrecognizable with her straight hair which was always on a ponytail now curled and loose falling on her shoulders. Her face filled with make up and wearing nothing more than a black leather bra and a short skirt with silver heels.

"Let's go, brother." she smirked slightly making sure her red lipstick was perfectly done.

They both arrived at the party getting out of the car a few blocks away and they went their separate ways.