The life of a Flea

New guy in school: Chapter 3

Danny's pov (pic is Danny)

I can't stand moving around so much. Since Kindergarten I have been in the same amount of schools sophomore year another school. Duck high or something to do with birds. I won't fit in I never do. I am half Indian as my dad if full blooded Wichita or something like that I don't know I barely know the guy. I wear my hair long as my mom let's me. She works for a sells company that makes her move alot. They pay her good, but it has been really hard on me. When I was in sixth grade I had a best friend and the company said they were going to let her stay put for a while. They lied and mid school year we were off to a new place. Since then I dress goth and act all creepy to ward kids away so I don't have to get close to anyone.

"Hunny did you get everything unpacked." She yelled up to me as I flopped down on my sheetless mattress.

"I will mom." I yelled back laying there staring at a white ceiling and tan fan spinning around and around.

"You know the company said I won't be moving again till you graduate. Why don't you try to fit in." She said now standing at my open door.

"To what ends mom, they lied before. Whose to say they won't again." I said not even looking at her.

"This time I made them put it in writing. Maybe we can get you some more normal clothes." She said and I could feel her eyes looking over my entirely black outfit. My size 14 Demonia Disorder 301 men's boots set on the floor with my legs bent over the side of my bed. At Sixteen I was already 5' 11" and still growing according to my mom. I had on black Gothic dinem pants and a Marilyn Manson T-shirt under my black Gothic Faux Leather Officer Coat. I wore it all year round in buttoned in the front usually to show of a Gothic shirt I was wearing.

"I like my clothes mom." I said now sitting up pouting.

"I will never understand this phase you are going through." She said throwing her hands up in defeat. The way she saw it was I didn't use drugs, women, sex, or cut myself so why not let me dress as I wanted. I jumped from my bed and wrapped my arms around my mom.

"Uhg to much cologne." She said. She never really complain to much, she just wasn't a huggy feely mom. She actually stated once that my, Ed Hardy Skulls & Roses for him (Christian Audigier), was one of the better colognes she had smelled. She just didn't like the bottle.

"I love you mom." I said. I really meant it even in horse play with her.

"Get unpacked." She gave me a scolding look and I went over to the boxes the movers had brought up. We had the luxury of seeing the house online and had designated the rooms to make the transition somewhat easier. It was never easy though, never. I got all my black beding out and made my bed. My comforter was a white one with bloody hand prints all around the edges and the main pillow case looked like someone had been shot in the head and moved. My mom hated it but I thought it was sweet. I heard a commotion out my window and peeked out.

"Bye Dana see you tomorrow." A cute little blonde waved to her redheaded friend. She lived in the big house just across the street and admittedly I watched her walk all the was to her door. Her thick black framed glasses on here gently rounded face turned and looked at my house. I stood in the widow staring at her. I had seen some beautiful girls from town to town, but she was well wow. She wasn't, well I wasn't her type I can guarantee that, but it didn't stop me from looking. A blue truck pulled in shortly after her and beeped as it came up behind her.

"Jeremy you jerk." She said kicking at the truck as it pulled up past her.

"Watch out loser, I am driving here." The tall stocky jock type guy climbed out and yelled at her.