The Joker's Daughter [Wattys]

A Happy Birthday

Worked really hard on this. There's the trailer above. Straight from my dreams, heart, and brain. Happy reading.

Monday. April 1st. 8 am. You know what else? School. That's what else. I trudged my Doc Martin's through the muddy field as fast as I could to my locker, but at the same time, trying to conceal the doubt in my mind that anyone would care that today is my birthday. Step by step up the stairs, I look at my locker. Post-Its all over. Balloons tied. Cards taped. Are you kidding me? For the first time ever, more than one person remembered my birthday. I mean, I have a lot of friends, even the popular ones, but apparently they don't see me the same way. Maybe they do. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they decorated my locker.

And then it happened. The day I finally broke. It wasn't the fact that closer up the decorated one was the locker next to mine, no. It's that things like this happen to me because I need to remember that I don't matter. I guess that's just how its meant to be. Won't be a problem for long.
"Hey friend!"
A heavily forced push from behind in desperation for attention? Of course.
I turned around. "Godammit Carrie!"
"I'm sorry," she said, blushing.
"It's okay but you gave me a fucking heart attack."
Carrie Kelly. The kid who is about four feet shorter than she should be and does nothing but play Club Penguin. She is also quite fond of me. I hate it. "Whats with all that makeup? You going out.. or something?''
Ha. Like I'd bring you along even if I was.

"It's my birthday," I said. She looked at her shoes. "Look, shouldn't you be with your friends playing Dragon Ball Z or something?" I said while sneaking out a parliament and sticking it in my mouth.
"Uh no actually, I have to study for the state testing today," she said. Shoot. That's today. We said an awkward goodbye and parted ways. I wiped off the eye shadow. She actually made a point. No one ever remembers my birthday. I lit the cigarette. Hell, no one remembers me anyway. Out of all my fake friends, the people who laugh at my jokes, and the people who do me favors. I don't have any real friends. You know like the ones you can call up at 3 in the morning. So what was I dressing up for? As much as I don't give a shit, I'm honestly an empty void. I'm not sure it's worth it, if you know what I mean.  I have a reason to be a grade A pessimist. I only finished my final draft of my final words last night.

The day went by. Not one balloon for me. I passed the group of the more privileged kids walk by in a large clump of Starbucks, balloons, and pounds of mascara.

At lunch I like to escape school and hang at the mall or something. Maybe today I'll walk to the record store down the street. I passed by stores. Joggers. Joker cultists. Batman... followers?

I made it to the record store, which was unusually empty.  Come to think of it everything was unusually empty. Huh. I walked back to school just in time for the state test. Normally I would be flunking the test on purpose, but I need that score. I waited in line, got my cigarette taken by the principal, and sat down with my test. I've always been somewhat of a prankster around here. Everywhere is a dirty look from every adult.

I'm not sure how to explain my place here- socially. An outcast? No. Popular? No. Maybe in some ways. I've always been the reliable one, the funny one, the loyal one. The one who was never afraid to do anything when others were. The one who stopped caring so much that it caught everyone's attention. I get invited to things, i'm talked to, i'm vented to. Then why so... lonely? Well, it's like everyone's afraid of me. I'm intimidating. I do everything for myself because I gave up on relying on trends. I'm part of no group in this cliquey hell. Some of the popular kids hate me, while I amuse the others. But i've never been anything more than a show put on for others amusement.

Whatever. I don't need anyone on my side.

After two hours of lame, we finally got a break. A girl called Rachel asked me if I got number seven and I told her the teacher gave everyone a test booklet. She laughed at my joke but then turned around to her friends and failed to acknowledge me otherwise. So I kind of just sat there until we resumed the test.

Instead, there was a light knocking at the door. Then the sound of a teacher's heels clicking against the ground toward the source. The door swung open.

"We're tes-" Only she was interrupted by the sound of gunfire. I was only trying to solve for x on page 24.

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A/N: Hope you like! Sorry if the chapter is a lot of scrolling, it looks shorter on my laptop :/ I'm really open to suggestions as to where I should go with this so comment away! I'm planning on adding a lot of characters from the comics. Yeah Jokers coming in the next chapter yay
-Allie

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