AN:
Andy Biersack is a troubled young 15 year old boy, who is bullied by most people in his school for being 'emo'. After years of tormenting a young girl around the same age as Andy arrives, her name is Sammy. Sammy notices this school doesn't take kindly to people who dress different, and decides to befriend Andy.
Sammy is a 15 year old girl with dark blue hair, she wears a lot of eye liner and has very pale skin. She listens to screamo music and has a lot in common with Andy. Andy has black hair and also wears eye liner, he also listens to screamo and hopes to be a professional screamer when he is older.
Sammy's POV:
I woke up this morning and took a quick shower before getting dressed and putting on my make-up. I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door. First days are always difficult, I knew most people wouldn't accept my choice in hair colour or eye make-up. But who gives a shit what they think, my life. As I walked through the door most people had one glance at me and either giggled or full on laughed. As I neared the end of the hallway I heard someone behind me shout ''OH GREAT ANOTHER EMO!'' I tried to fight myself not to say anything, but I couldn't help but get in a fight. I turned and looked around, to see what idiot was going to pick a fight. ''So who has the balls to own up to that statement?'' Everyone paused and looked at me. A boy with brown hair, jumped out the crown and shouted ''I DID! SO WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT PRINCESS?'' I smiled. I looked straight at his smug little face, I kicked him straight in the balls. His face cringed. ''Bulls eye.'' I smiled and carried on walking.
I reached a small office and asked what tutor group and room I was in, a older lady walked up and pointed across the hallway to a door. A young black-haired boy with pale skin and ice blue eyes, was standing outside. He didn't look very happy with himself. Our eyes locked on each other as I walked into the room. I opened the door, everyone was sitting in small groups around small bunches of tables. I walked over to the teachers desk and coughed slightly. ''Oh hello, you must be Samantha?'' ''Oh it's just Sammy.'' The teacher didn't look so bad, he had that little puppy face. The kind of face that you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and say oh who's a good boy? He marked me in and said ''While your standing do you mind bringing Andy in?'' ''Andy?'' ''Yes, he's the boy standing outside with black hair.'' I started walking to the door as I opened it, the boy standing outside tugged me in. ''Did Sir send you?'' ''Yeah.'' ''I'm not going back in there can you grab my bag?'' ''Sure where is it?'' ''It's just under my desk, the one right at the front with the black bag under.'' I creeped back out into the class. I quickly grabbed his bag and walked back out. ''Thanks.'' He ran off into the hallway.
As I walked back in the class the teacher looked at me. ''Where's Andy?'' ''I don't know Sir he wasn't there.'' The teacher looked so angry, I could tell Andy was a trouble maker for this school. I liked trouble makers, I'd say it's my one weakness with boys. I dashed of to next lesson, when who should I see. Andy. Having a punch up with one of the boys. His nose was dripping with blood and the other boy was starting to get a black eye. I didn't want Andy to get hurt but I'm sure he wouldn't listen to me. The other boy lent in and tried to punch Andy. Enough was enough, I wasn't going to let the only nice person at this school get beaten up by the likes of him. I started walking up to the fist fight, Andy looked at me with a surprised look on his face. I got closer to the other boy who was still distracted by Andy. I punched him in the stomach and he fell to the ground. I looked behind for a moment, Andy was still looking surprised, but he grabbed his bag and walked off in the other direction.
Andy's POV:
I got ready for another crappy day at school, I was pretty sure nothing was going to change over one weekend. Only thing that was meant to change was that a new girl was meant to be coming to our school. I'm sure it's going to be one of those stuck-up two-faced fake bitchy girls. But what you going to do about it? I walked into school as people started shouting and throwing stuff at me as usual, I walked through the hallway and into my tutor room. As I walked in I sat down at my usual table and put my ear phones in as I pulled out a note book and started drawing. A boy called Max walked over and grabbed my note book, I pulled out my ear phones. ''Put it down!'' ''Aw you just drawing how sweet.'' He started to rip out pages, I knew the more he'd rip out the more I wanted to smash his face in. Page by page all my work riped out before my eyes. Mr Bailey walked in ''What's all this rubbish doing on the floor?'' ''IT'S NOT RUBBISH!'' I screamed at him. ''Well if it's not rubbish what is it?'' ''IT'S MY WORK!'' ''Well what's your work doing on the floor then?'' ''THAT ANNOYING PIECE OF SHIT PUT IT THERE!'' I pointed to Max, ofcourse because I swore I'm gonna get the blame. ''Right Andy go stand outside!'' Knew it. I stood outside kicking dust and staring at the floor.
