NO WAY IN HELL! (A Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

NO WAY IN HELL!: Chapter One:

A/N: Please read authors note at the end. Thankyou! Xx

Jeordie's POV:

I groan upon hearing the piercing beep of my alarm clock. For the millionth time in the world, I slam my fist into the hellish thing, hearing it crack.

Shit.

I need a new alarm clock....

Today is the first day of my final year in college. Thank God for it too! I can't stand that place. Teachers hate me, low on my grades. Few friends. But I'm almost out. Whoooooo!!!

I peep open my eyes and squint at the sudden brightness of the sun gleaming through the black curtains, that obviously didn't make a difference. I rip off my blankets and sit up groaning, rubbing the palms of my hands into my eyes.

I've got a whole year ahead of me. I'm surprised I've even made it through! I reckon I'm the only un-shallow one at that goddamn college, no matter how big or small it may be. Everyone else is so boring, and it's just cliche! The jocks, the slutty cheerleaders, the bullied, the nerds. It's all just stereotypical. I have very few friends, in which they are also probably the most un-shallow people I have ever met! Well, I better get my ass into gear!

I "leap" from my bed and open my small little wardrobe, revealing a variety of clothing. I place my hand under my chin in a thinking motion and stare among my choices. Blue dress, Green dress, Pink dress. Hmmm.... I snatch up a short sleeved plain black dress with a white collar and 3 white buttons on the chest, along with some dark-ish purple fishnet stockings hanging Lazily from a hook. I throw on the dress carefully and straighten it out. I pull my stockings over my feet and onto my legs, carefully moving them up to my waist to straighten them. I stare at myself. Hm. I look pretty good! I also grab my knee high, black, worn-out combat boots and race out of my bedroom, into the kitchen. It's very silent. It usually is. My mother leaves early in the morning, round about 6 to go places. She still doesn't tell me where or why. My father wound up leaving 3 years ago because he hit my mother, in which she retaliated by smashing him across the head with an empty vodka bottle. I thought it was quite amusing. But after that day when he realised he couldn't take control of us anymore, he left. And I'm glad.

I grab a fairly large apple and place it beside me on a small glass table while I lace up my boots. While I thread every lace, I think.

This last year is my senior year. Oh.....my......god......
ILL BE OUT OF THAT SHITHOLE SOON ENOUGH!!!!

I chuckle to myself. But yes, today is the first day of a new year. New grades, new feelings, new...... I don't know... New year? Whatever.

I finish tying my boots and I snatch up the apple, taking a bite into the firm fruit. I race out of the door, slamming and locking it with my spare key. I then tuck it into my boot and start the slow walk to school.

A/N: YOOOOOOO WHATS UP?! I've decided I'd start a new story. Considering most of the maniggy fan fictions or whatever include: Twiggy lives in poor household, gets beaten by father, mother is dead. Goes to new school, gets beaten up, cries, Manson finds him, they fall in love, Jeordie joins the band and then they Live happily ever after!!! No. I wanted to do a bit of a change. Yes I know my last story was like that but that was my first and I had run out of ideas so hush! Anyway. I thought I'd go for a bit of a change and see what id get out of this! Thankyou to everyone who has been reading my novels and I'm happy to write more!! Suggest some ideas for me will you? Thanks guys. Love you all!!! Mwah! Xxxxxx