Brian's POV:
I shiver.
Not because I'm cold, but because I'm scared. Yes yes, I know this is my final year at any school, but it's a new school that I'm moving to. We always seem to move houses, and I hate it! Here, there, everywhere. I've had to break off any relationship I had been in, and I can't even remember how many. I'm such a sexy beast! My last relationship was with a guy named James. He was alright I guess. Shoulder length black hair, always wore shorts with stockings, lace shirts, dog collars. He was one of the outcasts. But he never talked to me about things. He always talked to somebody else, practically cheating, sort of, not really....
"BRIAN, HONEY!! TIME TO GET UP" I hear my mother shout from the bottom of the stairs
I groan.
"BRIAN?! DID YOU HEAR ME?!"
"Yes mom, I DID HEAR YOU GODDAMN IT!!"
I heard her gasp.
"BRIAN, HUGH, WARNER, DONT YOU DARE SPEAK LIKE THAT IN MY HOUSE, IVE H-" blablablablablablablaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Yeah, yeah. I've heard it alllllll before!!
I violently kick off my light, black comforter and roll out of bed, ending up in the floor with a loud thump. I groan once again and stand up, hearing every bone click. I sigh and stumble my way over to the corner of my bedroom where all my clothes seem to sit and accumulate dust. I pick up and shake off some black leather shorts, a ripped pair of tights with a million different symbols of hate, all in black and white, and a torn, black shirt with the words ALICE COOPER imprinted in white in the exact middle. I throw on all the clothes messily and head over to the small mirror hanging on my bedroom wall. A desk sits under it where I keep all my daily resources, AKA: My makeup. I don't bother to put on any sort of foundation or cover up. I just apply a small amount of eyeliner and dark red lipstick. Happy with how I look, I brush my black, lengthy hair of any knots and tangles and I make my way downstairs.
"Good morning Brian!" My father says groggily behind a newspaper. I groan in response. I don't feel like eating, so I just pick up my metal lunchbox. I'm pretty sure there's an apple in there that I threw in last night. For this senior year, I was told to bring no books, just the basic stationary. So I'm pretty sorted. My mother comes out of the kitchen and stops with a plate of toast in her hands. She looks at me and gives me a blank stare.
"Yes, mother?" I say in a childish-like, tone. She sighs. "I sometimes worry about you Brian. I roll my eyes. "Mom, you have enough worry to drown the planet" She places the plate onto the dining table and waves a dismissive hand at me. "Oh shut up will you? And go head to school, you'll be late" I sigh. "Alright. See you! Love you both" I hear them say their replies and I head out the door, walking to school. I really do hope this day won't be as bad as I'm thinking it will be....
A/N: heyo! Another chapter! So I think that in this whole story, there'll be a mix up of characters. I'm thinking of throwing in Tim Skold somewhere in here, as well as the old band members like Gidget and Sara. I might add in Kenny. But you'll find out! It'll just be a whole mix up, not just one time frame!! I hope you enjoyed this rather short chapter, and I'll get to the next ones ASAP. Thankyou for reading and don't forget to vote, recommend and read more of my soon to come, stories. Love you all!! XXXXXX
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