The Emo Style

chapter 1

I woke up at 4:30, and started getting ready for school. First, I straightened my hair to my usual style. Next, I picked out an all black outfit. Then, I put on my black makeup. After all of that, I got my bag and left for school. You might be thinking,"4:30, girl that is too early." But the truth is, it is 6:45 right now. You see it takes me like 3 hours and 15 minutes to get ready. Well the bus is here gotta go, see ya later for the rest of my high school life.

*at high school*
"Hey, Tasha!" my only best friend Jessie said. And yes he is a guy. "Hi, Jess." I replied. He isn't exactly emo but he'll have to do. He is scene, his favorite color is pink. And no he is not gay. He is as straight as a straight line. Anyway, back to the story.
As I put my stuff in my locker, Jacob the high school cheater walked by and started talking to my sister, the captain of the cheerleading squad. She asked me if I wanted on it. Of course I said no. I can't do splits or cartwheels or any of that girly crap. So I will stick to being captain of the young writers club. Which is me, jason, Jessie, and some hot dude named Evan. He is emo, or goth. But I like him. He is also the captain of the football team. He is a J.v. jock. He has black hair and wears all black. Except for his football uniform. Which is white and dark blue. But I still like him. I walked quietly and lonely to class. I'm not much of a people person so....I ride solo. Except for Jessie, but he isn't in my class right now. So, for now I'm alone. I always sit in the back. No one sees me back there, which is why I am always back there. All the students and teachers hate me, except for Jessie, and Evan, yes the side I like does not hate me.
My teacher said,"Mrs. Johnson, your early....again." "huh, oh yeah. I like to get ready before class starts. Gives me more time to think and work." I replied. He just nodded quietly and went to his desk. I sat in the back and opened my journal and started writing," it was 1912 when Thomas Jefferson died." Ha, I don't even know if that's true. Oh well. Students started filing in so I closed my journal and put it back in my bag.