[[ON HOLD]] A Reason To Live/ Emo love story

Juston High...

Avenge's POV.

I woke up by a vibrating alarm from my phone. I checked the time, 06:00. Sighing I decided that I should at least try to go this place. Juston High. Ugh even the name sounded pretentious. But it was all the way in England. As far away as I could go. I realised that I was still in my XL tee and jeans but I decided that I didn't care.

I got up from the bathroom floor and walked to my bedroom. I was welcomed by my posters lying ripped on the floor. I sighed, tears stinging my eyes. Emily had been in my room again. I picked up the peices of paper that I called my posters and got down on my knees to look under my bed, for my new school uniform.

I found my suitcase and placed it on my bed. I picked up my crappy phone that I sold my old guitar for and slid it in my pocket again. I spotted my pokèball that I found on the street on top of my 'Jane Eyre' book that my old school gifted to me. I got them both and put them in my case.

I walked through to Emily's room, where her perfect little body slept. I grabbed a few of my tee shirts that she stole for fun and snatched a £50 note that was under her pillow and walked downstairs, banging my suitcase along with me.

Emily is my younger sister, she's 15 but she must have slept with guys twice her age. She was a slut.

Not surprisingly, no one was awake. I went to the kitchen and stepped around the many woman that were passed out to get to the fridge. We ran a whore house and I usually woke up to this sorta thing. I grabbed a few bottles of Vodka and hid them in my suitcase. I also picked a small package of 10 packs of ciggaretes from a womans handbag, not forgeting 2 lighters. 1 for emergencys.

I left the front door open as I left. Like anyone was gonna steal off us. I started my moms car and set off for Juston High.

You may be wondering why I sometimes speak like an american and then I sound british. That's because we lived in L.A. until I was 14. Then my mom was a whore but she wasn't doing to well.. She split eith my father and she wanted a fresh start, so we moved...All the way to Scotland!

So where was I....? Oh yeah, the car. So I approched the train station and I spotted a man who looked like the guy who I had talked to the other day.

I didn't bother parking and just left my moms car in the middle of the car park and, dragging my suitcase behind me, marched up to the man.

"Avenge Vamps. Pleasure to meet you!" I smiled sarcasticaly. He didn't pick up on my sarcasm and handed me a peice of paper. It read:

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Avenge Vamps

17

Bunk-86

Train-7

Juston High

Partner- Danny Stark.

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I gasped. This place was huge! I went to find where I was supposed to be, serching, also, for someone who was like me. I tugged on my lip peircing nervously as I spotted a boy with black and blue streaked hair that was wavy around his chin. He was wearing an Avenge Sevenfold tee and as I looked down I realised that we had the same one on.

I scooted over to him.

"Uh..um hi?" I asked.

"Oh, uh hey." He said with an light irish accent.

"Do you know where train 7 is?" I asked him. He grabbed my ticket off me and looked at it. He grinned.

"Danny Stark eh?" he chuckled. "Heard that guy's a riot!" his face nearly split in half with a grin. I studied him for a second.