Withered Petals

Chapter Two

I rolled my eyes, glancing down as I clicked on the third notification from Pesterchum.

fadingDrifter [FD] began trolling delusionalCalicoes [DC]

FD: /.\ < Motherfucker

DC: Hm?

FD: /.\ < Moving today aren't you bitch

DC: Yeah.

FD: /.\ < nah

DC: ?

FD: /.\ < Yo not movin

DC: :?

FD: /.\ < I will not allow it

DC: Heh, tough'on' there ain't it.

FD: /.\ < Fuck you

DC: Love you too :3

delusionalCalicoes [DC] ceased pestering fadingDrifter [FD]

FD: cri

fadingDrifter [FD] ceased trolling delusionalCalicoes [DC]

I laughed a bit, dropping the phone into my pocket before I grasped my suitcase. Immediately, I darted right at my favourite t-shirts, one which was yellow, and had a petite black cat logo embroidered into it. The other was a black t-shirt, which had the Black Veil Brides logo printed onto it perfectly. I loved Black Veil Brides, though that doesn't mean I'm a goth. The words a dumb piece of shit at my school always yells infuriates my veins, painting the walls of my heart pure coal hatred. Yesterday was Friday; my last day at school. It would've been great if not for the final lesson, geography, for that prick to yell and wave 'Hello goth friend!' as soon as I walked through the door. I had previously told him repeatedly that I hated him, never mind how much I said I wasn't a goth. I snapped at that moment, and burst out yelling 'I AM NOT A GOTH, AND I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND.' Whilst my mind flashed back to the times he wrote 'Meow' on his hand and said he was a goth, just because I like cats.

Sighing, I packed the last few portions of the luggage, and made sure my phone was fully charged. One bag contained my Kuroshitsuji merchandise as well as my maneki nekos, and the rest had everything else. I grasped my now fully charged phone, and laptop, which was sheathed into it's yellow case, and walked downstairs where my family was waiting for me. The only problem I really had about moving was, I was afraid of planes. I'd never been on one, but fuck was I terrified shitless. A few of my online friends were due to be moving back to New York City after they'd just been to London, and I had begged my mother to book tickets for the same plane as them, but she gave the monotonic 'we'll see' which always means no.