Pale, Strange, and Sickly Sweet

Welcome to my Hell: Highschool

Now....10 years later

School. Its the worst place possible for me. People always have something to say to me, and find new ways to torture, annoy, and beat me. It could be worse though, last year, my 'lovely' classmates put me into a coma for a whole month! Seriously?! What did I ever do to them? Nothing, I'm just the town's freak. And here in Water Dam, Nebraska....all these Methodist, crazy-church going people- frown upon the 'ungodly' or 'unnatural' ways of life. And I'm obviously on their hit list of 'sinners', because me and Dad are the only Catholics in town. 

A hard shove into a locker brings me back to the cruel reality: the jocks already found me in the hall. Eww! This locker stinks! I'm all cramped in here like some sort of caged animal! I'm No Animal!!! 

Laughing comes from the outside of the locker. "See you later, freaky bitch!" ugh. Its Tom Henderson, the principal's fat-head jock of a son. And captain of the football team. Lovely. Juuust Lovely. I sniff around, smelling what resembled burning erasers and....something else I don't want to name. I can already tell, this is locker number 204 just from the smell. Yup. I've been shoved, packed, and crammed into every locker in this school so many times that I can tell just by the smell of it. And this one reeked of dust. It doesn't belong to anyone, so there's no hope of jumping out when a person reaches in the grab some books. Great. Now how will I get out?!  

I bang on the door, trying to catch someone's attention. Maybe somebody will be nice enough to call for some help? No, they all hate me. But....why? Can't they just give me a chance? Maybe they're right...maybe I really shouldn't even exist. Sagging forward into the metal door, I sigh.  

"Maybe....maybe I should just die or something..." I chew on my lip, sinking deeper into a dark depression. No one would miss me, they would be happy if I.......disappeared. "NO! Come on Em, don't think like that... It just makes you sad and shit, while nobody cares. Toughen up, bitch. Or you'll literally fall into a black hole!" I say to my self. Yeah, I do that a lot....I'm my own friend. Well, besides my dad. And my notebook. Plus pencil and sketchbook. That are seriously rammed up my ass in this shitty, stupid, tiny motherfucking locker. And there's not a damn thing I can do about- 

I fall forward, the door being finall gone, and hear groaning close to my ear. Oops. I pry my eyes open, peaking to see another pale face squished under me. We're nose to nose, and I blush, freezing.  

"Okaaaay... weird-girl-i-just-found-in-my-locker.....would you mind getting off? I kinda need my body now." he said a little jokily.  

I blink, scrambling away and off the floor. I dust off my black jeans and comb my fingers through my tangly black hair. "S-sorry, I-I just g-got....s-s-stuck in there...." I feel a blush rising to my cheeks like a burning match. GOD DAMN IT! Why am I such a freak?! He just let me out and possibly saved me from starvation in there!

He gives me a tiny smile, flipping his bangs out of his eyes. Wow....he's pretty cute. He has snake bites, a black dress shirt and black tie, along with amazingly black skinny jeans and blindingly purple converse....Wow....Wait-so he's a freak like me?! Oh no-this is way worse! Now there's two of us for the jocks to beat! He places his books in the locker, slamming it shut and clicking the lock in place. He smirks, parting his lip in a sarcastic smile. "The names' Matt. And yes, I am a 'freak' like you. Try using the words 'emo' or scene' and 'goth' next time. They are a little less...degrading." 

My eyes widen, as his violet eyes eyes sparkle with a bit of sadness that quickly hides. "WHAT THE FUCK?!? You can read minds?!" I gape. 

He falls on his skinny ass, laughing so hard he cries, pointing at me through his tears. He gasps, hiccuping. "N-no! I c-can't read m-minds.-" His laughter dies down a little. "You said it out loud...while you were totally checking me out!" he stands up, pulling me into hug and chuckling softly.  

I scrunch up my face in annoyance. "No, you're just the first person I've seen that....is emo?" he nods approvingly at the word. "And all the people here don't really-um- like 'emos' if you know what I mean...." I wince visibly at the memories of all the times I've been beaten countless times. 

He steps back, putring his hands in his pockets. He rolls his eyes. "So? Its like that everywhere, just here its a little...extreme. But now there's two of us. Against the town! Just you and me!" He cheers, leaning on my shoulder and screwing up my hair.  

I bite my lip as we walk along, staring down at the floor like it was about to cave at any moment. "S-sure. I'm Ember. But you can just call me whatever you want...It doesn't matter to me."  

He nods, steering me towards the cafeteria. "Come on, my little duck." He makes a duck face, slinging his arm over my shoulder. He towers over me. I'm 5'2...but he could easily be 6'3.. he looks kinda like a spider, all long-legged and thin. He pushes the doube doors open....... 

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