Killing Time // m.c. + l.h.

• Chapter 1 •

*edited*
Michael

I hear the screams. The yells. The shrieks. The arguments about the stupidest shit, coming from inside my house.

I sit on top of a pillow in my favorite thinking place; the rooftop of my house. Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I come out here and think about all that's happened in my life. I consider the possible reasons as to why the things in my life have happened. I consider all the reasons why my life is the way it is. I basically think about life up here. I have also concluded that my life couldn't possibly get worse. But of course, I thought about that when I first moved here, which was 10 years ago.

Finally, the shrieks die down, and it's safe to go back inside. I couldn't get much sleep though. All the thoughts running through my head, telling me that I should give up. Telling me that no one would want me around. Telling me that I'm not worth it.

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I wake up only to hear screaming and pointless arguments. I check my clock and see that it's only 6:30 in the morning. Everyday is the same damn thing. Wake up, go to hell (school), get beat up, and come back home, my basic everyday routine.

I drag myself out of bed and throw on my regular all black outfit. Black converse, black ripped jeans, and black band tee. I brush my teeth, and throw a beanie over my head because, who cares about my hair?

I get downstairs, and by that time the screaming has stopped, it's completely silent. I check outside and see that neither of my parent's cars was there. They both stormed off without noticing my existence. Typical.

There's only yogurt in the fridge and granola bars in the pantry, so I guess that's my breakfast. I grab the yogurt and granola bar and head out the door. I usually walk to school or take the bus considering how my parents don't give 2 fucks about me to get me a car, or give me a ride to school.

I finish my food as I get to the school's front door and, as usual, greeted with the noisy, chaotic hallways of the senior students. I swear it's like a jungle up in here. It's that crazy. And with every jungle, you have to have a system. A system to live on, a food chain.

Starting at the bottom of the chain, you have the nerds and geeks. These people are all tech savvy kids who spend their lives on a chair, looking at a screen that leads to nowhere. Another name you can call them are the teacher's pet. Always passing every piece of assignment, homework, essay, quiz, pop quiz, you name it.

Next, you have the freaks, or so everyone calls us. We like a lot of rock and hard-core bands, and everyone thinks that our music is weird. To us, this music is a way to escape from the world. All we ever wear is black. We mostly hang out with nerds and geeks because we're the two lowest on the food chain. We also make them do our homework even though we're "friends."

3rd on the food chain are the wanna-be's. All the kids who dress up and wanna be like all the popular kids. All the kids who try and act like the popular kids. All the kids who act snotty and bratty just to be popular, it makes me want to vomit. Not many kids can make it into this group because, (1) you have to be skinny (which is stupid), (2), you have to be tan, and blonde, (3) be in the devil's good graces.

Speaking of the devil, you have the kings and queens of the jungle at the top of the chain. These kids are rich, snotty, and bratty. The people who have everyone run in their presence, make them stop whatever they're doing and admire them, or make them want to vomit. I happen to be the one and only kid who wants to vomit in their presence. I can't handle being around them because some of them were actually nice to each other and all the other kids in the school and didn't want to murder everyone in their way at one point in their life. That was until their parents got mucho mucho dinero and basically turned into the person they said they would never be.

Then you have the king himself, Lucas Robert Hemmings. The smartest, the ruler of the school, the most handsome and gorgeous guy of the entire school. All guys want to be him and every girl in the school wants to date him. He can basically make anyone and anything fall in love with him. He runs the damn school.

And then you have the queen. Brooklyn Donahue. She runs the school and the girls, alongside the king. She's the one who does all the killing, entertaining, dirty work, getting guys and girls doing anything for her. At least that's how she describes it. Everyone thinks she's perfect but obviously she's not. I know she's not. She has to have flaws and things she hates about herself.

I finally get through the wild hallways and make it to homeroom out of breathe. I walk in and take my seat next to my best friend.

"Hey Ash."

"Hey, what's up?" my best friend asked. Ashton Fletcher Irwin. He's the only one who's been by my side since I moved here. Ever since we were 8, he's been the only one who knows what's really going on in my life.

"Oh you know, the usual, the fights in the morning and walking to school. I'm surprised I haven't gotten my morning beating by the jocks. Probably had practice," I answer.

"C'mon Mike, you have to be optimistic! I won't and can't deal with this negativity coming from you. I hate it when you get like this, all - "

"Ash, I love you and all, but seriously. How long has it been since I was truly happy with my life? I tried having a good attitude and I only ended up getting hurt even more than I already was. You know that because you were there when it happened."

"Michael, THAT WAS 6 YEARS AGO. Things change, people change, life changes. You can't keep this up."

"Watch me. My life hasn't gotten better, its actually taken a turn for the worse. Please stop trying to help. I really do appreciate you trying but it's not working anymore. It did for a while, but now it's not worth it. I'm sorry."

With that, I shoved my ear buds into my ears and turn my iPod up all the way. Today was going to be a shit day. But not that it mattered. Everyday is a shit day in this filthy world we live in.

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A/N

Hey guys! :))) what do you think? I really did try making this interesting so you guys would like this first chapter. I am REALLY excited for this story and I have SUPER big plans for this. Please tell me if you like this or not because I want you to be happy with this story because this is my "first story" that I will actually update, and keep up with.

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(oh, I was listening to Victorious by Panic! At The Disco on repeat while I was writing this)