Friday, October 15th
9:25 pm
I groaned as I dropped the last heavy box of my belongings to the floor. I sighed and stood up straight to get a good look around my new room for the first time. It was pretty small. A lot smaller than my old room. It could have been a large closet if there were shelves on the walls.
Yep. Small and dark. Just like a closet. The walls were painted dark gray and the carpet was blood red. The ceiling was painted dark gray, too, which was odd. I've never seen a painted ceiling before.
Well at least it's not white.
My room had one little window, which I mentally noted to cover up later. But for now, I decided to glance out of it, to see what my surroundings were like now. I walked over to the window and leaned my arms on the windowsill. I peered out of the glass and into the darkness. I could only see what the streetlights allowed me to. Across the street, there was a one story brick house with a black roof. In the driveway, there were two cars. One was just a typical little white car. Next to it, there was a beat up, dirty black pickup truck. In the distance I could see the tall, lit up buildings of an urban area. The street gutters were littered with empty, crushed beer cans and cigarette butts.
Hello, New Jersey.
I sighed again and plopped down on my bed. All my furniture was already in my room. My black dresser stood in a corner, and my bed was across from it. My guitar setup was in another corner. I had my white Epiphone Les Paul which I had stickers on it that said 'PANSY' in big sparkly letters. Don't ask why. I also had my VOX AC-30 amp next to it with all my foot pedals. (A/N: I play guitar, so just ignore all the fancy guitar terms that I might use if you don't know what I'm talking about ._.)
My gaze landed on a box that I had scribbled 'POSTERS' on in black Sharpie.
Oh, right. Posters. That's what this room is missing.
I crawled over to the box and slit the tape with a pen and opened it up. I grabbed a roll of Scotch tape and went down to business. Poster after poster, the empty wall space became smaller. When I was finally done, I proudly examined my work. Posters ranged everything from Smashing Pumpkins, to Black Flag, to Misfits, to some old Guitar World magazine pages. When I say they took up all the space on my walls, I mean I even had to go onto my ceiling. I've invested a lot of money into posters in my time.
I checked my phone. It was almost 10:30. Crap, putting up my posters took longer than I expected. On any normal occasion, this would still be considered early. But I had been lifting furniture and heavy boxes all day, so I was pooped.
I face planted down on my bed, not caring to change out of my clothes. I laid there with my eyes open for a few minutes, thinking about what my new life in Jersey would be like now. I don't even know anybody. Not to mention, I'm not exactly someone who makes friends easily. I usually go by 'Emo Fag'. At least, that's what everyone in my old school knew me as.
I cleared away those bad memories. No. I'm not gonna think of that now. The past is over. This is a new start. I took a deep breath. After a little more self pep talk, it wasn't long before I finally closed my eyes and fell asleep.
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I was startled awake by a loud shout from somewhere in the house. I rubbed my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows.
“Frank, wake the hell up, you're gonna be late for school!” My mom, Linda, yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
Fuck. I forgot about school. I know nothing about this school, either. I think it's called something like Belleview High or whatever.
