I woke up (unfortunately) and put on more than just socks because it would be very a very terrible experience for my father and pretty much everyone else if I didn't. Ah yes. I'm going to a school today. Lovely. That will be horrifying to walk past people who listen to music like... I dunno, Ariana Grande? And what's that other one? Oh yeah... the weekend.
By the way, I have never been to this particular school before. I have been to six, I have never moved house. I think I got expelled a lot for smoking and blasting music in the hallways. Who doesn't like Iron Maiden? They have some really good songs. I'm dressed. Yayyy. I look shit hot right now, damn.
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I swear to god if slipknot t shirts are against the dress code in this school I will lose my shi-
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I get out the car and slam the door hard. Well that's nice. Time to go to the office. The walk to the office is long and miserable and multiple preppy cis straight girls look at me as I walk past them in the hallways. At the office I meet Dean Swanson, she's a very nice lady, she even showed me to my first class, speech.
As I walk through the door there is atleast 30 pairs of eyes on me. "Ah yes, here she is, hello Y/n. Your seat is at the back next to Hunter. Hunter, raise your hand, please." She said, and a kid at the back with long hair and a hooked nose raised his hand and I walked to the empty seat next to him. HOLY FUCK HE'S WEARING A TROOPER SHIRT, YES. THIS IS GREAT. I GET TO SIT NEXT TO A GUY WHO'S A METALHEAD. I am internally screaming, if you couldn't tell.
He sort of grimaced when he looked me, shit. He thinks I'm a poser. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I wanted a friend that likes what I like. Now I won't have any friends.
Help. Help. Help. My eyes are watering. Help me. I'M WEARING EYELINER, SHITTTTTTTTT. Fuck it, I'm just going to look like I'm crying for a few minutes.
What is the point in this class? All I do is procrastinate.
hello daddy.. hello mom! I'm your ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb..! IM DYING.
Yo pretty ladies around the wooorrldd.... got a weirrd thing to tell ya so tell all the boys and girls.... :( I am going to cry. what other songs do I know? :(
Come on brain... WHAT SONGS ARE IN MY PLAYLIST!?
SIX! SIX! SIX! THE NUMBER OF THE BEASTTTT. HELL, AND FIRE! IS SWORN TO BE RELEASED! aaaaaaaaaa
Watch it bring you to your sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, knees, knees! Mah!! ah! I wanna watch you bleed!!!!!!!!!!! I want to go home.
Why is this a double period???
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Finally, lunch my beloved, jk lmao. I don't eat anything, usually. I ain't eating anything today. I'm going to go find a kid or two to sit next to.
Ooh, perfect, scrawny nerd boy with an grown out undercut. Go time. I walk up to the table he's at and sit diagonally across from him incase he's waiting for someone, "uh- hey? I'm Y/n." He just looks very confused. "I'm Kevin... I'm also going to assume that you're new because you wouldn't approach me that way otherwise." He says, still confused.
I awkwardly laugh, "heh, yeahh.." "Cool shirt, by the way. You like metal?" "Is the sky blue?" "That's really cool, um, me and my friend, Hunter, have a metal band, do you play bass guitar by any chance?" He asks. "You're looking for a bass player?" He nods, "Sorry, Kev, I only do vocals and play a six string guitar, I wouldn't know how to play rythms or a bass." I feel bad. "That's fine, but what do you think about joining the band because you could do vocals with hunter, plus he only does rythm anyway!" He says, "Really? Okay, I will if it's okay with hunter!" This is sick I can be in a band. "What's the band called?" I really hope it's not a shitty name. "Skullfucker." He smiles. Phew. I really wasn't ready for it to be something cringey like, deathcruncher or sum.
I took a sigh of relief. "Great, let's ask Hunter, then?" "Yeah, he's just coming over here now." I turn around to get a view of Hunter. Oh god, it's the Hunter from my speech class. I'll try to be friendly. "Hey! Hunter! You're in my speech class, right? Me and Kev were wondering if I could join you guys' band, sooooo-" "What can you play?" "Vocals and guitar, Kevin said you only did rhythm guitar and I could do vocals with you if I joined." "I thought you were a poser." "Nope." "Can I test you?"
"Go ahead." "Name 3 iron maiden songs." "Run to the hills, Aces high, Number of the beast." "Ok, wow, yeah, Slipknot?" "Dualty, before I forget anddddd Chapletown rag." "Uh, what about, Metallica?" "For whom the bell tolls, master of puppets and Enter sandman." I light up my eyes as I finish the list, "anything else, pretty boy?" I say with a slight smirk. "No, you're in if you can actually play." He leans back a bit "K, what's your address, I'll go to your house after school."
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I fix my lipliner, grab my guitar and keys and leave. When I get in the car I put on my playlist and leave the house. If you want to listen to the playlist it's 'TOP LOTS METAL/ROCK SONGS' by servve on spotify.
I actually can't believe I'm going to Hunter's house, he hated me, just this morning.
I pull up in his driveway and step out of my car before knocking on his door, he opens it shortly after, wearing black jeans and an anthrax shirt. "Hey." "Hey, come in."
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