Silent night (antisepticeye and Darkiplier)

Moving Day

( Author's note: Lately I have found, and I know I am really late to this but, I discovered the ideas of Darkiplier and Antisepticeye but no offense to the fans or anything but I kind of hate the name so I am going to change it a little bit... Don't kill me.

Okay so this is right around graduation time and I have no idea when I will post new updates but please be patient with me and who knows you might actually like this... Please enjoy and vote :) I give my love to you all thanks.)

"Your moving where!" My best friend Rachael said as she sat across from me at our lunch table.

I could barely hold in my laughter... "Ireland! Oh all places... My mom's work is moving her there." I said with food in my mouth.

She looked at me with so much sadness in her blue eyes... Almost as blue as my own. Her long wild brownish auburn hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. "It is our senior year and you are leaving me..." She said with a fake pout. She knew there was nothing she or I could do about. She crossed her hands in front of her chest.

A laugh erupted from our friend Lynn who was sitting on Rachael's right. "Hey, if she is lucky... Maybe you and Sean will go to the same school." She said jokingly. Her long blonde hair rested on her pink jacket. Her pink and black binder on the table in front of her as Racheal, Kenzie, and I passed her food we didn't want.

"God, wouldn't that be a fun blown miracle." Kenzie said speaking up. Her platnum blonde hair was half pulled back with a black bow matching her black lipstick...

"Sweethearts.... There is no need for miracles... For I have arrived." Our friend Alex said sitting down next to Kenzie. He had his usual scarf wrapped around his neck even though it was 80 degrees.

Yep that was our group... The band of misfit toys. Kenzie: the goth girl in highschool you thought was weird, Rachael: the FANGIRL, Alex: the sassy to gay to function friend, Lynn: the cheerleader friend. And then there's me. Michelle: the badass wanna be I guess that's how people at this school see me.

I laughed. Running a hand through my black hair and shaking out my curls so you can see my blue peek-a-boos could show. "Even if that sort of miracle happened, I doubt he would even talk to a punk like me."

I heard a gasp from Rachael and Lynn but it was too late. Suddenly a tray of school lunch, spaghetti noodles, salad with ranch and a cartoon of milk was shoved down the back of my leather jacket. I squealed and through my arms up at the sudden chill of the milk touched my back. Bitch is lucky that spaghetti wasn't hot. I stood up quickly from the table and heard a laugh erupt from Margret and her two minions... Stephanie, and Lindsay. I turned and faced her. "What the hell is your problem?" I yelled at her.

The whole cafeteria went silent and I knew all eyes were on us. Margret sneered with vibrant green eyes. She was the typical mean girl... She was given whatever the hell she wanted on a silver spoon because of her family and I am about to shove that silver spoon down her throat. Her golden blonde hair rested on her hips as se glared at me. "You, you're my problem." She said.

A huff came from Lynn. "What the hell you looking at fat ass!" Stephanie said to her with her well manicured hands on her hips, way to much makeup on her face and her dark hair pinned back.

Don't talk to my friends! "She is looking at you, and how interesting your head would look on a spike in front of my house." I said loudly... That gained me a few laughs from the crowd.

With a stern look, Lindsay glared at the noise and it quickly silenced. She was a more curved, darker skinned girl and she was intimidating if you didn't know she is was as dumb as a box of rocks. "Listen and listen good Margret," I said angrily. "Touch me or any of my friends again and it will the last thing your press on nails ever do again!" I said, I heard a slight laugh from from Racheal.

Margret looked at me with a horrified look. I could hear it now in the back of my head in her stupid airhead voice... 'They are acrylic!' She would squeal. I shook my head and started to walk away when she grabbed my jacket sleeve. "Hey wait a second, you fucking dyke!" She yelled at me.

Now I am not stupid I knew what was waiting for me when I turned around... But my mother always said... I can't get mad at you if you don't throw the first punch, but you better finish it. I turned to face her and felt her hand connect to my face. God, she hits like a white girl. I thought. I turned back quickly from her punch and socked her in the face right in the nose... Maybe a little harder then I had intended because she hit the floor and was out... Blood pouring out of her face. Well shit. I thought as I hear his voice.

"Hey hey hey!" I heard Mr. Edwards yell as he ran up to us. Stephanie and Lindsay were huddled around Margret who was out cold on the stone cafeteria floor.

He turned to me with a stern look. "I know, I know... I will grab my stuff."

I parked my motorcycle in front of my house and my phone was blowing up with texts from Rachael. I can't answer right now. I walked through my door where my mother was watching an episode of general hospital. "I am never going back to that school again after what my principle said to me." I said angrily... I could feel the spaghetti sauce sticking to my face and hair.

My mom looked up worried... "What did he say?" She asked.

"Your expelled!" I said with a slight laugh. "Who says that?"

That's when my mother got a good look at me, finally understanding. "Margret and her twin witches?" She said looking at the bruise on the side of my face and sauce in my hair.

"Twig bitches mom," I said with a giggle... "But yeah. She hit me first."

She slightly smiled. "Is it sad that I hope she is laying down somewhere with a broken nose." She said with a laugh as she grabbed a tag and started washing my face.

I pulled out my phone. "Rachel took pictures." I laughed.

My mother sighed. "It's a good thing you are already enrolled over there." She said... We were leaving later that night.

After a long call from each of my friends, I was finally all packed up... "Hey mom what about my bike?" I asked. I loved that motorcycle there is no way I am leaving baby here.

"It's being shipped out tomorrow." She said as we were loading up the car and moving truck.

We jumped in the car and I saw my last looks of the small town of Chewelah Washington. Here we come Ireland!