The Fringes

Chapter One

A/N: I've written many stories on paper before but never on here. So if I make any spelling errors please forgive me. When the story is completed I will go back and fix mistakes. Make sure to leave comments where you like, but keep in mind that I am a person too and prefer to be treated with respect. If you have any ideas or thoughts send me a personal message and I'll be happy to listen. Thanks.

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I sighed as I packed up the rest of my belongings and shoved them into the car carelessly. Not like I had much anyways. "Chop chop dear, times a waistin," my mother exclaimed as she started up the car. I just nodded and hopped into the seat, not necessarily excited to be moving but not really caring either because I had never really made friends here. I tried to ignore the tears brimming in my mother's eyes as we drove away. I felt terrible because we had both grown up here and to leave for her was like leaving a tidal wave of memories behind. And it was all my fault.

Although Arizona was beautiful and I would genuinely miss it's wildlife and natural gorgeousness, the thought of staying made my blood run cold and my stomach twist. My school and memories were just a storm of a living hell I was unable to escape for years. The endless bullying and torture was almost unbearable and the loss of my father still haunted me. Thank fucking god I'm leaving, I thought, as I popped a gummy bear into my mouth.

When we arrived at our new house, I tried my best to be polite and not practically gag at the state it was in. The outside was a hideous brown color and the garage door was and old slab of blue wood that matched the roof, though the splintering and rotting wood of the garage door looker more stable then the roof which was nothing impressive... or new might I add, like everything else. Maybe it was better on the inside?

My eyes widened as I stepped in. It was extremely small. The flooring was ugly wood that didn't even match in some places, and the kitchen had a cheesy wallpaper and even a Texas mural behind the stove that came with the white splintered cabinets. My room was no better, the floors were caked in dirt and the walls had so many stains I winced. The windowsills were covered in bugs both dead and alive. Awesomeness.

The next days were dreadful as summer began to come to a close, although the house was coming along great, I still didn't want to go anywhere or do anything. The fear from my many beatings that happened even outside of school still setting in every time I walked out the door.

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Today, the first day of school. I wasn't excited at all, even though I looked amazing I still couldn't help but worry. I had curled my long brown hair to perfection and done my makeup just right, wearing my amazing 21 Pilots outfit put together by yours truly. That didn't mean something couldn't go wrong though. Even though moving to Lubbock, Texas was for us to have a second chance, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

Riding with my mom was bad enough, but her making me keep my earbuds out and lecturing me was even worse. It was as if I was a first grader going into the room with mommy's hand holding onto mine. No. This was tenth grade, and at grade one I had already stopped holding hands and depending on someone else.

"Have a great day Storm, and make lots of new friends!" I rolled my eyes as I hopped out of the car and threw my backpack over my shoulder. Friends. I couldn't even believe what I was hearing, since when had I made any friends at all? Then I remembered my plan, I was going to make friends today.

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I was immediately hit by the air of estrogen and drama (both things girls were composed of, bleh) as it filled my lungs, causing me to step back and rake my eyes across the growing crowd of kids that encircled the massive cafeteria. I smirked as I studied the crowd, noting how everyone was in a small and tightly compacted group as if just breathing the same air was bad enough. Ah the labels, I could practically see them from here. And I could mentally see the registration for me to get mine, something that wasn't happening again.

It didn't take long for eyes to start to make their way over to me. Whether it be the boys or girls, I knew I was noticed. And this time it wasn't because I looked like a huge nerd who had my big round glasses and Harry Potter books in hand along with my sign up sheet for Academic Decathlon (which I did sign up for later), but because I looked absolutely gorgeous. I looked like the bad girl every boy craved and every girl wanted to be friends with. The hardcore one who wore shades almost everywhere and smoked because apparently that was cool too.

Their jaws gaped in shock as I strutted straight past them and deeper into the crowd. Little did anyone know I wasn't here to be a bad girl. I was about to once more become an awesome nerd.

The group that I'd been looking for finally came into view and my smile brightened as I studied them. The outcasts, people who saw the world from a different angle, a group of geniuses with amazing and misunderstood talents that were beautiful in their own way. A few turned their heads and more followed as they all turned to see who was watching them so intently, which is a super weird thing to do so it was understandable. I hated the fact that people had labels, to be CALLED an outcast was already bad enough but since that was what we were seen as we decided to call ourselves that.

I confidently walked over to them and smiled, I decided if wanted to hang out with the perfect group of the coolest people around then I should put myself out there. I waved and skipped over to a girl who looked about my age with stunning hazel eyes and beautiful wavy hair. She smiled and waved back, but I could tell it was more instinct then anything else. As if a practiced routine that she respectfully answer back. Anyone else would see it as a kind gesture but I could tell she was afraid I wasn't genuine.

She became my very first friend that day.

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