The Kids Screaming Oliolioxenfree [Editing]

Chapter 1

(A/N so I know the beginning of this book is really really boring. But it gets ALOT better around chapter six and seven. And it ends pretty interestingly. There's a sequel also. So yes. Just a warning. Ps. Feed back is hella appreciated! Love you guys.)

My name is Katherine. But I go by Kat. Today is our last moving day. We have three more boxes to move and then we're through with this piece of crap house. The house we're moving into is nice. It's two story. But the entire upstairs is my room. There are stairs leading up to it. It's not an attic just a bedroom. We're painting it red. Deep red. And I'm decorating the walls with posters of all the bands I listen too. Bring me the horizon, sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil, black veil brides, Swornin, etc.

I read a lot. But I really have to like the book I'm reading to keep reading it. My favorite author is Rick Riordan. But right now I'm reading Prozac Nation. I like writing books too. I usually just write the stories in my head. The people that read them like them.

When I'm not hibernating in my room. I'm outside running or at my gym. I am a parkour runner level III. But the only freerunning I do is jumping over railings at Walmart. I love being at my gym though. I like working on my moves. Whether it be kongs or climbing. I just love parkour. I've been doing it since I was 12. I'm fourteen now. I've been singing since I could speak. But I don't speak much anymore. I just sing. And sleep. Sleeping is my forte. I usually sleep for 12 hours everyday. But I've been going to the gym everyday lately. Every time I go I wear any one of my neon crop tops that say "Parkour". Though some say "hardcore" on the front and "Parkour" on the back. And I either wear any of the three shades of gray sweat pants I have or black fabric shorts. I only wear shorts at the gym. I usually wear my vans pull ons for stuff like gap jumps or kongs. But I wear my Jordan's high tops for anything to do with walls. I usually take all but one of my five rings off. The one I don't take off is my abstinence promise ring. I have to put a bandaid over it so it doesn't fly off my finger or get caught on anything. I don't take my earrings off. But I have to wear tight, flat backed studs in all 6 of them and put band aids over them when I do flips or when I go in the pit. As for my lip rings. I just put in studs. My layered hair is always up in a pony tail. My hair is a deep magenta on top and underneath it's pastel purple. Same with my bangs except under neath my bangs it's white. My bangs fall perfectly across my face. But when I go to the gym I usually use more hairspray than usual. My nails are black. Well they were black but I've been working the bars at the gym lately so my nails are caked with white chalk. My face is pale. I don't wear much makeup. I have one friend from my seventh and eighth grade year. Her name is Ana, pronounced awe-n-uh. I hated the school I went to. In my seventh grade year I was walking down the stairs when I realized I was gonna be late to class. So I jumped the corner of the stairs railing. The eighth grade guidance counselor saw me and reported me. I got sent to the office and was given ISS. It was the first time I'd ever been in "major" trouble in school. My mom wasn't that mad though. My last day of school was a blast though. I say "my" last day of school because in the beginning of the third quarter I was taken out and put into virtual school. My last day of physical school was awesome. During passing I jumped the railings without getting caught. I was heading out the door and to my mom's car at the end of the day. I jumped the railings instead of going around them. The same guidance counselor yelled,"What did we say about jumping the rails?" I turned around smiled and yelled,"Kiss my ass!", as I flicked her off. I ran to the car. I enjoyed virtual school. I have really bad social anxiety so it was better in the safety of my own home. But my mom wants me in physical school for freshmen year. I've got to say I'm not excited. With the animosity I had the day she told me, I could've scaled the White House and shot the president. I don't know why. But I had the animosity to. Instead I started drawing. Art has always been an outlet. Whether it's painting or music I pretty much do it. I love painting. Sketching isn't my forte but I do my best. I love writing lyrics and playing guitar as well. I don't sculpt much but I have. I would if I could. People don't like me much. I get weird looks a lot but it doesn't really matter. I don't care. I know my worth and that's all that matters. When it comes down to it I don't care what anyone thinks really. I don't know why. But why does it matter?