In The Life Of A Killer

Chapter 1

Ugh.

It's the first day of school.... AGAIN! I have literally been going to school for the past eleven years of my life. That is literally 11/15 of my life has been at school which means I have only ever had four years of my life not being ruled by school. That isn't much is it? Well now it's time to start year 10. Lucky me. Actually more like fuck my life right now. Let's just say I have a great passion for disliking school immensely and I would without a doubt trade a limb if it meant that I didn't have to go to school again. And obviously yes I know that I'm privileged to be able to even go to school when there are so many girls out there in different countries who aren't allowed to be educated and here I am being educated and willing to trade a limb to get out of it. I know that I should be grateful and happy but I am really really really not.

I have officially been to five schools so far and they have been all utterly terrible and the one I'm at now is just as bad. I have always been classed as 'the quiet one' or 'the one who never speaks' or 'the loser in the corner'. That's a great, nice school environment isn't it? If only I they knew what was going on inside my head...

So we have clarified that I have been quiet and shy all my life and I have social anxiety which makes things a tonne lot worse and I virtually have a breakdown everyday before going to school. I really don't think a teenage girl should really have to go through with this everyday of her life. Seriously, I shouldn't be afraid about going to school but guess what? I am.

I have been at Willoby High for a year now and still don't have any friends. The uniform changes for year 10 and we now have to wear this tight fitting pleated crappy pencil skirt thing and a shirt which is see-through and a beautiful tie which strangles us all. Apart from that the school doesn't really care if you wear heavy makeup or multicoloured socks so I have decided that a new year should equal a new look and nobody notices anyway so it works in my favour. This year I am going to become an 'introverted goth' as I am so bored and have nothing better to do.

I was just about to eat and then I felt sick as usual so skipped breakfast and went straigh to the gothic makeup. I got a urban decay naked palette for my birthday with dark shades in it so I covered my eyelids with the darkest shade and then added some fancy thick eyeliner which I tried to make into a wing but it failed so ended up just being a thick blob but who cares anymore. At the weekend I had bought this expensive black matte lipstick which is actually pretty cool and so I applied it all over my lips and I looked like a goth. Ta dah. The only reason I get expensive lipstick and all that is because my parents feel really bad that I'm always alone and so try to pay me off with money because their guilty consciences are eating them alive. To add to it, they are always at work so I basically never have any human contact.

I thought that as I'm getting into the goth mode, that I should listen to some rock and stuff but I couldn't handle proper rock as it gave me a headache so I opted for what I call 'baby rock' so the bands I actually like which are 'baby rock' are All Time Low, My Chemical Romance, Twenty One Pilots and I think my favourite is Panic! At The Disco. I don't get why Brendon Urie's forehead is so big but anyway I also decided that this weekend I'm gonna watch horror movies all day to take my mind off hell(aka school).

My parents had both already gone to work so I was home alone so finished getting ready for school and then grabbed my black side bag and shoved in a pencil case with a few pens and a rubber. I'm not sure that the rubber will actually help me in any way seeing as I only have pens and no pencils but I couldn't be bothered to move it so the rubber is staying. Most girls at my school have stupid backpacks. For some reason I have an aversion to backpacks and I have no clue why but ever since year six, I have never carried a backpack ever.

When I finally got to school after a bus, then a train, then ten minutes of walking, I was already pissed off cause I was twenty minutes early and I didn't have much data/4g left so I couldn't watch Netflix without going over my limit. As I wandered into the classroom, people stared and I tried so hard to completely ignore them but it almost killed me as social anxiety is the burden of my life and makes me freak out when people look at me. I noticed someone sitting in the corner who I hadn't seen before. It was a new guy. He was seriously tall, he had dark brown hair like me and was wearing all the correct uniform and had a cute fringe.

SHIT. HE JUST LOOKED TOWARDS ME WHILE I WAS STARING.

I immediately looked away and pretended to be doing something on my phone. The one thing I noticed was his eyes were a beautiful hazel colour. I slowly looked up form my phone to see whether he was looking and to my surprise he was gone. Where the hell had to gone? I sort of twisted my body to look around but he was nowhere. His bag was still here though. That's when I noticed the group of girls who had stared at me were talking to him and he looked like he was enjoying talking to them. This particular group of girls were basically the 'slutty, idiotic, sexual, thinks they are adults, popular, have tonnes of money, fucking ass bitches' in our year. The funniest thing is they are always having competitions about cleavage and amazingly I have more cleavage than all of them but they all think they have tonnes.

My phone was dying as I forgot to charge it last night so I turned it off and got a scrap of paper out and a pen so I could doodle. Why can't the teacher just hurry up and register us so we can go to lesson??? I still hate that I got here early.

I had been doodling for about five minutes and I had managed to draw the tøp sign, a cartoon version of Gerard Way, a lot of random flowers and henna patterns. I was in a world of my own and didn't have a care in the world till my bubble was burst when someone sat down next to me. I turned to look who it was and it was just sad Jeremy. Jeremy was also a new guy but joined about four weeks into the last term last year and he seemed to have taken a warming to me but he had a very eccentric personality and I think he's gay but he's really nice. I think I may be making a friend?

'Hey Kat' he said with a beaming smile.
'Hey Jer, what have you been up to during the summer,'
'Nothing much. It was pretty boring actually. I heard you went skiing with your parents right? How was it?'
'It was fun I suppose but I did fall over a few times,'
'Don't worry Kat! The first time I went I fell over tonnes and I once fell into an old lady's lap as she had fallen over and I tried to swerve but fell on top of her instead. All I remember was being bright red like a tomato,'
I giggle when he said this as I can imagine him falling onto a poor little old lady.
'Kat,'
'Yea, what?'
'Register...'
'Omg oh! Err.. Umm... Yes miss. Sorry,' I quickly replied as she gave me a disapproving look. 'Thanks so much Jer. Anyway let's go to art now,'
'It's time to get arty karty. Arty Karty? That didn't really work did it?'
'Nope,' I replied laughing again. The only person who has properly made me loosen up a bit is Jer so I think that's why I have chosen to hang out with him. Although he has other friends as well who seem to like him a lot but for some reason he still spends a fair amount of time with me. Why me? I don't care why. I'm happy that he hangs out with me but it's still not enough to make me marginally like school whatsoever...