pictures of you, bill kaulitz

kaulitz

Dear fucking diary,

I woke up to an awful ringing alarm coming from the room next door, Bradley, If there were an award for most annoying brother it'd for sure be sculpted and made just for him.

I rubbed the dry saliva smeared on my left cheek while I bent down underneath the sink cabinet  to check if mom had bought any toothpaste, she didn't. This was going to be a jolly morning. Mom's never home  leaving me home alone most the time.

People usually pity kids who have that home-style but me personally? I perfer it that way and I hoped and wished it would stay that way, and it for sure would have if it weren't for my stupid brother. He's supposed to be off in college but apparently the much jerk-faced douch decided it would be better to drop out and move back in, he promised mom it'd be temporary until he found a job but knowing his imbecile being I'll probably move out before he even considers it.

He doesn't bother me too much I guess, I would have probably left the house if he did but he is very 'overprotective', he isn't it's just his excuse of bitching about any skin I reveal or any eye contact I make with the male 'species'.

I ate stale cereal with the aftertaste of kid's overly sweetened toothpaste, it was the only thing we had left.
I eventually finished and rinsed my bowl before Brad came sprinting down the stairs jumping up in down like he's the main attraction in an invisible jump-rope contest.

"MORGAN I HAVE A REALLY IMPORTANT JOB INTERVIEW FOR A BUSINESS HERE IN TOWN!"
Good for him? I don't really care especially not right now knowing I'll probably comfort him later tonight after he gets rejected. I'm not mean, just realistic especially considering his streak of failed job interviews.
"Ouhh does it say to annoy your younger sister in the requirement box?" I sarcastically smirked getting an eye-roll as a response. I kind of did miss him, definitely not a reasonable enough reason for him to stay living here though.

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Finally in school, I never thought I'd say that due to my STRONG hatred to this historic building, it literally looks more rotten then it did last year with all the trashy vines constantly crawling on the building's roof. Seriously they need to hire someone for that, hey maybe I'll give Bradley a recommendation? Hope I don't get detention for however that interview goes.

Today were cheer tryouts, most of my friends are auditioning I hope they make it, in second place obviously.
I've been number one since elementary bitches, I have been doing cheer all my life ever since I began taking gymnastic lessons. Before I could even walk I had already learned to go a cartwheel. Haven't done that since I was nine.

"ALL AFTER SCHOOL CHEER AUDITIONS MEET IN THE LOWER GYM!!"
I look back to where the voice had come from to find myself staring at Brianna, finally someone I recognized, she seemed to have recognized me too.
"Oh my god?? MORGAN!" Before I was able to react both her arms guarded both my sides like a needy snake leaving me unable to move, she had always been like this but not to me? I thought she hated me? What a fake slut.
"Heyyy Brianna, what's up with you?"

"Oh nothing just the regular, you know the new transfer students though? Yeah they're, freaky"
I learned to tune her annoying valley girl accent out in any conversation she's involved with, but something about this rang my interest. We rarely had any new students and even if we did, why would they ever choose Roadlyn High, I know I wouldn't have. Poor guys, probably forced into the cracked glass doors this institution had yet to upgrade. Just like anything this shithole surrounded.

I could hear the rust from the speakers slither it's way into the late bell, listening to the irritating screeches that speaker made brought back my hatred for this dumb school.
first period, first bitch fit. I didn't necessarily hate math but it being my FIRST class of the day was definitely targeted. I walked through the door with boiling deja vu washing over me while all eyes stared nowhere but at me, goosebumps rose aswell as my anxiety. Why was everyone staring at me? Was I just paranoid and making things up in my head?
"Ahh Ms. Reese FINALLY care to join us?"
I hated him already, who the fuck was this irrelevant ass teacher? Don't talk to me like that whore.

"Not as much as I care to wax that jungle above your lip"
I walked away to the only empty seat assuming it was mine before I'd say something worse. The class giggled, I knew their laughs weren't authentic they almost never are they just want to be involved in the moment, something I could never relate to. I wish I could disappear, not die though that's too much commitment I don't want to go on vacation either I just need a break, like a pause on life.

"You're quite the jokester" 

I don't think I'd ever met anyone whose voice was so deep, and a German accent? Were there any Germans in this school, like ever?
I turned my head around my entire body following along just to be forced into an eye contact battle.
He was mildly tall, I could tell from the way his upper body was still long despite his bad posture and manspreading, he was actually quite cute. My eyes continued searching him like a police man to a suspicious crackhead while he just stared back. I noticed the shiny metal on his bottom lip that moved anytime he did, he definitely hadn't had it for longer than a month, I could tell by the recent pierced hole that was noticeable when he talked. He possessed long golden dreads that were held back by a long ponytail covered by a baseball cap, it looked expensive but not as much as his shoes. I saw them at the mall the other day I remember Bradley basically begging mom for a pair but ultimately accepting his defeat because of the price.

I looked back into his eyes this time maintaining eye contact, was this the guy Bri was talking about? Our eyes talked more than we did until the conversation got cut off by the teachers yells, how much noise was in that man's voice box damn.

I placed my body back to face the board to be faced with even more boredom showering over me. I had been in this class for thirty five minutes now and it truly seemed endless, all I wanted to do was to talk to the dread head behind me. I didn't want him, at least not now since I had just met him but something about him and his eyes kept me intrigued.

"You're new aren't you..?"
I turned around just my top body this time but instead of meeting with his eyes on the other side I was met with an even taller body. He wasn't the dread head from earlier, he'd look just like him though if it weren't for his clothes and hair. He too wore baggy pants but his top was almost cropped, a long crew neck with stripes overpowering taking all the attention. His hair reminded me almost of a porcupine but before I could analyze him any further he put a stop to my trail of thought.

"Hello, I'm Bill Kaulitz! I'm new here, wow you are gorgeous..."
Well he was for sure nothing like I expected, he wasn't a bitchy stuck up hot topic employee, he was an actual person.

"Hey I'm Morgan, Morgan Reese. Yeah I take it you're not from here," I didn't quite know how to reply to the 'gorgeous' part because no matter what I'd reply with it would probably end up ignored anyway.

I witnessed him open his mouth and begin to speak until he was rudely interrupted,

"MORGAN REESE IT SEEMS THAT NO MATTER WHAT YEAR IT IS YOUR BROTHER ALWAYS SEEMS TO BE REPEATED HISTORY I SEE."

What the fuck did this guy just say? Did he fucking compare me to my brother, NOT only that did he just fucking use my brother as an insult? Fair point. But nobody but me can do that, who does this receding hairline punk ass think he is?
"It seems that no matter what year it is your hair still won't grow back I guess your head is shinier then BOTH our futures huh?"

Before I knew it I had the entire class gasping, I had said worse things but definitely not to a teacher. This was the first and to say the least I was scared, not of him but whatever the punishment could be, it couldn't be after school... it just couldn't! I can't miss try outs.

A long pause filled the room, maybe he'll go easy on me? Just mayb-

"DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL!"

...fuck me