NO WAY IN HELL! (A Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

NO WAY IN HELL!: Chapter Twelve

Jeordie's POV:

Today I decided I would get up earlier, earlier than I ever have. Yay! New record!

It's rare that I ever get up before sunrise, but I just can't sleep.

It's exactly 5:00am, and not the best time to be awake, but oh well. I creep out of bed, careful not to wake my mother who I could hear snoring softly from the room next to mine.

It's a bit of a bugger when you have your parents rooms closer to you. I've had rather unpleasant experiences in hearing some random geezer and my mother somehow trying to make more children, but they're doing a great job of making sure those unborn children stay in a small rubber sheath. Ick.

I clamber my way to my beloved wardrobe, deciding to pick a different dress this time, along with a pair of my own personal, manly lingerie, before making my way to the bathroom for a shower.

Today I had picked out my most , school famous, pea green, baby doll dress, along with some ripped white stockings. My under garments consisted of some cute little baby blue,  boy short underwear with pink lace as a bow on each side, also a pastel pink singlet with Dolly sewn on the front in black.

I would've worn something more Lacey and sexy but I'm not planning on being a part of Brian, Zim and Stephens playground party today.

I throw my clothing gently into the bathroom bench, stripping myself from my silky nightgown and stepping into the warm water.

My dreadlocks hang neatly across my shoulders and down my back, the occasional one being bright green or red.

A few years ago I decided to bleach a few of my dreadlocks for a bright red and green, in remembrance of my first best friend, Bradley Stewart. But everyone just called him Brad, though I knew him personally as Gidget. Gidget Gein.

For a while I was homeschooled until my mother just wanted me to get a real education, convinced she wasn't efficient enough and that she thought I would end up nowhere in life if I keep letting her teach me everything that she thought was, useless.

She sent me to my first Highschool, here in Fort Lauderdale, where I still am. And that's where I met Brad. He was a year ahead of me, but he was so unique that I couldn't help myself but to just cling onto him whenever I could. I was such a shy young thing back then, but now, I think I've grown into my confidence.

Gidget was such a lovely guy. He had no wrong to say about anyone. He was certainly a charmer as well. Long wavy brown hair, perfect lips, long lashes and a smile that could melt anybody's heart. He used to have such big goofy grins when he thought he was the funniest person alive.

We became rather close to each other. Discussing our personal problems and whatnot, but soon after, we made our own little duo band. He would play guitar, I would play the drums and both of us were on vocals.

Not long after, we discovered Stephen. We heard about him through some fuckhead students spreading rumours about how this guy loves to jack off to rock band members. Indeed I was impressed. No way some shits like that could make up such a rumour.

Brad and I had managed to get a hold of him, and we all just got on so well together, it's like we knew each other for years before we found ourselves again. We were always laughing, smiling, having a good time.

A few more months into the year, more so called "freaks" had begun to move into our school.

I met Kenneth, who we now know as Ginger, in maybe, April. He was always pissing off teachers with his loud attitude, and his constant need to stand out from the other kids. Brad, Stephen and I had bought him into our own little homely group, and we formed a proper band. Stephen on keyboards, Kenny on drums, I was on guitar, and Brad managed to get ahold of a bass guitar.