Mr Manson

Chapter One

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of the car while my mom is driving me to school. I stare at nothing but my platform boots. I love them so much, they make me look so tall and their just so beautiful, a smile creeps onto my face. "Is that a smile I see?" I hear my mom say next to me. I drop the smile and shake my head. "I haven't seen one of those in the longest time, I love your smile, you should smile more often." She says to me. "Why? Most of the time life is shit, and when those rare occurrences of happiness come that's when I smile. If I were to smile all the time, then my smile wouldn't be worth much." I reply. I hear her sigh in disappointment next to me. We start to slow down which means we're getting closer to school. We finally come to a holt and I unclip my seat belt. I open the door and get out. "Have a good day sweetie" my mom says. I roll my eyes then shut the car door. I turn around and start walking towards the school.

As per usual I get the judgmental stares, the gasps and the occasional swear words thrown at me. It made me feel good to be an outsider, it meant I didn't have to live up to everyone else's standards and that people would leave me alone, well most of the time. Their are some people who like to annoy me and see what reactions they can get out of me, speaking of which. I begin to walk down the school corridor and past the lockers when a few preps see me and decide it would be fun to mess around with me. "Hey Goth girl! You know it's not Halloween yet right?" One of them said to me. Holy shit the amount of times I have gotten that sentence thrown at me is beyond belief. I roll my eyes and keep walking. "Hey wait! We're not done with you yet. We wanna see what spooky stuff you can do for us" another one says. They run in front of me to stop me from walking but it didn't work. I kept walking which they didn't expect and walked over their feet with my platform boots which made them yell in pain. I walk off with a smile on my face. Was that spooky enough for you? I thought to myself.

I finally get to my class and see my best friend Nicole sitting at the back. I walk over to her. "Hey Alice, I saved you a seat" she says, lifting up her feat off the chair, "thanks" I reply and sit down. "God science is such a bore" Nicole moans, about five minutes into the lesson, "really? I don't mind it." I reply. "That's because you understand it and therefore are good at it, so no wonder why you enjoy it." She says. "If you need help, just ask me." I reply. "No, I can't be fucked to do the work anyways." She says. The lesson was coming to a end and I started putting my books away in my bag. "What class do you have next?" Nicole asks me. "English" I reply. "Oh great, another class I suck at" she says while sighing. "Why must we be in different English classes? I love it when I can copy off your work." She says sarcastically, well almost. "I know. The world just hates us and wants us to be miserable." I reply jokingly. "Haha, I suppose so" she replies. The bell rings and we walk out of class together. We reach the outside of our English class rooms then wave goodbye to each other before entering the class.

I walk in and see that there is no teacher there. That's weird, I thought to myself while finding a seat at the back to sit at. I sit down then grab my phone out of my pocket and put my earphones in, anything to distract me from the other students. I start listening to the song 'Mobscene' by Marilyn Manson. I notice the principal walks in and stands at the front, I take out my earphones to listen to what he had to say. "Hello students, I am here to inform you that your previous teacher Mr Smith has left us and will not be returning for a while, we have found a new teacher that will be taking his position in the mean time. I will say a few things about him before he gets here. His name is Mr Manson, he teachers both English and Art. He also has a very... Outrageous appearance, so I would appreciate it if you could all be very mature and not say or do anything to offend him, is that clear?" He asks the class. "Um Sir? What do you mean by outrageous appearance?" A boy asks. "You'll see" our principal says. The Principal then leaves the classroom and the class waits for the new teacher to arrive. I take a book out of my bag and begin to draw. I like drawing it tends to distract me from everything else going on around me. I continue to draw until the sounds of gasps filled the classroom which peaks my interest so I looked up. I felt my jaw drop, my heart skip a beat and the butterflies in my stomach wave around crazily, because standing in front of me was none other than God damn, mother fucking Marilyn Manson!