Don't Try To Save Me

Chapter 1.

" While you're doing fine, there's some people and I
Who have a really tough time getting through this life
So excuse us while we sing to the sky. "
Twenty One Pilots - Screen

People say that you can be the most lonely in the largest crowd of people, I guess that makes sense because I feel most comfortable and happy on my own.

It's always been me myself and I and I intended to keep it that way.
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I woke to the sound of my phone vibrating on my bedside table, I reached my hand over searching for the source of the noise and picked it up. Peeling my eyes open I wasn't surprised to see it was just another text from my mum saying she is going away to work and wont be back till dinner time, great. It's always like that in the Pyne household, no love and just work. I stood up and headed over to the shower to get ready for my exciting day of doing housework and my schoolwork.

Stepping out of the shower I quickly blow dry my pastel purple hair and tie it up in a messy bun. I step over to my wardrobe and pick out my clothes. After brushing my teeth I go downstairs to collect my Doc Martens and jog over to my scooter.

After driving through the last set of traffic lights I end at my destination, the grocery store. Scanning the isle of the store, they been forever edged into my brain I was here that often, they never update the store layout so all the items are in the same place and it becomes a blur to me, I'm in a dream like state when a tall body shoved past my shoulder.
"What th- bitch look where your going yeh?"
I snapped out of my dream to see a dirty blonde haired boy staring back at me with disgust.
"I think that was more your fault but I'm going to let it slide since I like your tattoos."
I say with a overly kind voice, didn't someone say kill them with kindness or some shit like that? I wait for him to walk away but he kept staring at me so I decide to break the silence.
"Well, don't you have your way with words. Can I help you or are u gonna keep staring at me?" I look him up and down. He's practically wearing the same outfit as me, skinny black jeans, doc martins and a baggy jumper to match.
"I'm sorry I was distracted by your hair, I nearly mistook you for a plum I was supposed to pick up." He smirked at me while turning round and carrying on down the isle. I stood there in shock, I always get the last say, well that would require talking to people a lot and I don't do that. Picking up the beloved bacon I walk through the checkout paying for my things and head back home. Next time I see him I am definitely going to get the last word in. This is not over.

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Well that was my first chapter. Shit I know but meh I hope it gets better, sorry it was short wrote this at 2 in the morning.
Peace out biatch $$$