Mika and Emily

Emily

🔳~PART I🔳
I came home dragging my feet towards the front door. My fingers fumbled through the gum wrappers and broken drawing pencils. I finally found my keys and let myself in. I slipped into my room which had endless canvases and colors. My room was a huge mess. So was my life. I kicked my way through the junk and plopped myself into my bean chair. Mika's voice soon filled my ears. I blasted my earbuds. " Teenage dreams in a teenage circus! Running around like a clown in purpose!" My name is Emily. But the kids at school call me dumb, gay, stupid, and too many other things that send daggers into my stomach. Is it my fault that I spend everyday painting and drawing and sketching and listening to music? It's just who I am. I'm crazy. I'm wild. I'm a freak. Guess why they all hate me. I'm different from all of them. But the only one thing that I live for everyday is: Mika. He's gay. He understands me. I hope. But somedays I just lay down and cry because of his perfect perfect voice. I wear mostly bright colours and wild jewelry. My shoes: high top, shiny gold Converse All-Stars. They make me happy. Plus, they remind me of my favourite Mika song -we are golden. Those shoes make me feel golden everyday. 
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The blood inside me rushed to my head. I could feel the anger building inside and my sweaty hands clamp up. 
🔳~PART II🔳
" What are you wearing toDAY, stupid?" said Mallory Wavere. "Ha! Okay..so let's see. You have on an oversized sweater that like BUH-LINDING. Girl, you have issues!" Mallory flipped her pretty red hair and rolled her eyes at my fashion choice. "You know what Mallory? I am really tired of all of your shit! Everyone hates you okay? All of France would be disgusted of your sick attitude towards others! Quit being such a bully!" Little did I know I had made such a huge mistake. Mallory jaw dropped open and she started laughing. "Oh my gosh Emily...just go and kill yourself. Do us ALL a favor won't you?" My heart sank down into my stomach at least a million miles an hour. "Wh-wha..." I stammered because no one had ever said that to me before. Mallory smoothed out her fiery red hair and strutted off away from me.  I was so angry. I couldn't even talk. I took off and ran away from school. I ran to the school parking lot and shoved myself into a random convertible and drove off. Tears. They welled up in my eyes but I was driving so fast that they flew right off my face. My gold studded wedge heel slammed on the break. As I slowed my driving down to about 30, I gazed up at a billboard. Mika? Mika was in town performing? What? I then violently wizzed down the street and turned the corner abruptly to my house. 

Emily: 5'6, pixie cut is blonde and pink, has a punk fashion style, and is very creative and artistic