What Makes You So Angry? (MCR)

Chapter 1: Impressions

Before you start reading I want to say that the first 8 chapters are complete shit, I had a small idea but that was all. The chapters after that are longer better, and more realistic. I have an idea for a plot and I think it'll get even better.

"Come on Rose," my brother Marcus shouts across the apartment to me. I don't bother replying, I just pick up my iPod and put my headphones around my neck. I look in the mirror I was passing on my way out of my room at my outfit. Black studded skinny jeans, like really skin tight; a tight fitting black t-shirt; a long and loose black jacket; and bright yellow converse. I put my hood up and and walk out of my room.
"C'mon lets go," Marcus says, "we gotta take you to school."
"Or..." I begin, "you could let me stay at home."
"No Rose, not today," he sighs, "when I took you in I swore I'd look after you."
"You didn't have to take me in," I scowl.
"If I didn't where would you be?" He raises his voice, "on the streets!"
"That's not my fault!" I steem.
"Yes it is Rose!" He shouts, "mum and dad kicked you out because of what you did."
"That wasn't my fault." I state.
"It was YOUR choice to drink, YOUR choice to do drugs, YOUR choice to start fights." He shouts, "you got expelled and always went out, you didn't come back until early mornings. Mum was worried, Dad was worried. You are eighteen, you need to get your life back on track and I'm going to help."
"I don't need your help," I sneer, pushing past him.
"Don't you want to eat something?" Marcus asks.
"No." I reply, opening the door. Of course, Caspar, Alfie and Zoe are there. I scowl at them.
"Marcus is in the kitchen," I say, pushing past them also and sitting on the benches in the apartment hallways with my feet up.
"Another argument?" I hear Zoe ask.
"I don't know what to do," I hear Marcus reply, "I want to help her but she doesn't want my help."
"It's okay mate," Alfie says, "come here."
"I just want the best for her," Marcus' voice sounds muffled and I can tell he's crying. I close my eyes, thinking back to all of our arguments.

When Marcus tried to get me to move in and I refused.

When Marcus took all my weed away and I hated him for it.

When he told me he's enrolled me into school and I didn't want to go.

When he refused to give me money for booze and I stormed off and didn't come back until the next morning.

When he was angry because he had to bail me out of jail because I'd started a fight and knocked two people unconscious.

When he had to bail me out another time for vandalism.

When he had to bail me out two weeks ago because I got caught shoplifting.

When two gangs tried to recruit me and he wouldn't let me join them.

When he was upset because I'd built up a reputation for being dangerous around London area and I've only been here for a month.

All along I've been in the wrong and he's just been trying to help me.

I walk back into the apartment and give Marcus a massive hug.
"I'm so sorry Marky Butt Butt," I whisper, "for every argument, I know you're just trying to help, please can we start over."
"Yeah Rosey Posey," he grins, giving me a tighter hug.
"And I'm sorry too you as well," I say to Zoe, Caspar and Alfie, "I haven't exactly been the nicest of people."
"It's okay Rose," Zoe smiles, "we understand."
"Thanks," I say awkwardly.
"School time!" Marcus says, breaking the awkward silence.
"Thank god I'm leaving soon," I mumble, walking out the door, "oh and Marcus, just because I'm going to try to be nicer to you and your friends it doesn't mean I will stop everything."
"Do you mean what you got kicked out for?" He asks and I nod.
"Please stop the drugs, the drinking I can handle for now, just no drugs," he pleads, "they'll kill you."
"Be thankful it's not cocaine."

In the car on the way to my school I'm squished into the back of Zoe's convertible between Marcus and Caspar.
"Hey Marcus," Alfie calls out, "big song coming up next."
I wait in anticipation to see what this 'big track' is.
"Marky Butt Butt on the track," the song begins, "helloooo." I laugh. Although I've refused to be a part of Marcus' YouTube life, I still know every word to this song. It was played constantly for a week as everyone helped him make the video.
"Money money money money money, gun and hoes, I'm a rapper so I rap about my bitches and my bros," the song continues, all of them except me singing along. I put my headphones on and blast some All Time Low.

Just before we enter the school road, Zoe puts up the roof again. Apparently they might get noticed or some shit. I climb over Caspar to get out, after Marcus gives me lunch money that I won't use. I'll put it in my pot with all my money in later.
"Cya guys," I say, slamming the door. I walk away before any of them can say anything else. I watch as the car rounds the corner, as soon as it does I pull a spliff out of my pocket. Being high at school is funny as fuck. I light it and take a drag before walking into the school grounds. The fact that I'm new and unfamiliar causes a stir, I suppose the fact that I'm smoking adds to it. They probably don't even know that it's weed.

I ignore them and walk through the halls. I turn off my music and put my headphones around my neck. Majority of the people in the corridors stop to stare at me. The other few are staring at another group of people. They consist of five boys. One of the boys steps forward and blocks my path.
"Hello there," he grins, I just look at him, a bored expression on my face, "you must be new."
"Are you really this stupid or are you having a bad day?" I ask him, "just like your hair."
The hallway erupts into gasps and whispers, it's only then I realise they're listening in on our conversation.
"Listen here," he begins angrily.
"Save your breath," I say, taking another drag on my spliff, I blow the smoke into his face before continuing, "and don't bother." I walk away, leaving him stare after me. As I pass a bin, I put out my spliff and dump it.

Well I've definitely made an impression.