I sat in my bedroom, the walls were originally yellow, but were covered by murals and photographs. It was all very Tumblr I guess.
My eyes glanced over to my bookshelf, it just seemed to call my name.
I got up off of my bed, turned down my radio (which was playing We Don't Have To Dance by Andy Black) and walked over to my bookshelf. This wasn't really a far distance from my warm and cozy bed.
I picked up my favorite book; To Kill a Mockingbird.
Now I know, a girl who listens to Andy freaking Biersack doesn't seem like the type to love old-ass novels about racism in the 30s.
But I do.
I was rereading chapter 18 when I heard a tap on my window.
It was just a branch. Damnit I thought it would be Jeanie.
I set down the book and turned up the radio. I let the sound flood my mind and rinse it.
God, I feel like such a fucking Emo.
Well that's not exactly far from my style.
I guess I kind of dress like a tumblr girl, but I'm not a tumblr girl.
I'm white, yes. But I'm not a size zero. I'm more like umm I don't know. I'm just talk and fat and proud of that.
I'm also gay, but a lot of people are and there's really nothing wrong with that.
My hair is light purple and cut short. Although I may not love my body very much, I love my face. I have such a pretty fucking face.
I don't really do much other than just hang out at home or hang out with my friends.
It sometimes feels like I'm in an inevitable hanging out loop.
An infinite spiral of doing nothing productive.
I don't even fucking know, okay?
This is really just a collection of my thoughts but prettier and with a title slapped on it.
And I know that this story is about Jeanie, but we'll get to her in a minute.
First, I want to give you a bit more background information.
My name is Frances, I'm 13, in the 8th grade, and I go to Fairview Junior/Senior High School.
It's a fairly small school, Class D, grades 7-12.
I'm not what you'd call "popular" but I'm friends or acquainted with mostly everyone.
I have a few close friends; Diana, Amanda, and Raina. (All ending in a's, ridiculous right?)
But then there's Jeanie.
Jeanie is the cool outsider hipster girl.
She's the one you either want to fuck, befriend, or kill.
In my experience it's none of those.
I've known her since we were small and we used to be really close, until she joined another crowd and became a social butterfly.
I love her, there I said it.
God, Frances, why the fuck was it so hard to write that.
To be quite honest, I don't really know. I mean I'm out and everything.
Okay enough about me, I'm going to explain my friends a little bit because they're a part of the story too ya know.
Amanda is the girl who hates everyone, yet everyone wants to be friends with. She's cool, goth, and a badass. She's short and a literal demon.
Diana is her best friend, she's rocking the Emo scene and she's Satan. She's tall and always wears black. Diana, unlike Amanda, is fairly social but sticks with a few people the most.
The three of us are very close.
Raina's a bit of a wild card, she's really sweet and funny and Diana, Amanda, and I seriously don't understand why she hangs out with us. She's a total goody two shoes, who loves boybands but has a real dark side. She's currently my bestfriend. Raina's a fucking badass, but in her own way you know?
We stick together, we're a little family. Amanda, who is the oldest, doesn't like any outsiders hanging out with us.
I'm fine with that because I don't really want to hang out with anyone else anyways.
I guess we are a little cliquey, but everyone is right?
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The Girl From Outer Space
RandomFrances is deeply in love with the towns local weird girl, Jeanie. France's struggles with accepting herself for who she really is, although she doesn't realize it. And through her self-acceptance, Jeanie finds her way into Frances' life. It's all...