The Emo School (A Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Cassie

Beep! Beep! Beep! I subconsciously slam my hand over the snooze button on my alarm clock, Just five more minutes, I think to myself. I sleepily glance over at the alarm clock. 7:15. No! School starts in half an hour! I've done this at least a dozen times this morning!

I scramble out of bed. Thank goodness for my planning ahead. I had picked out an outfit last night so I'd be ready to go for this morning, said outfit consisting of an MCR Black Parade t-shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, black Converse hi-tops, and a black TØP zip-up sweatshirt. I pick up the pile of clothes and make a mad dash for the bathroom.

I plug in my flat iron with shaky hands, turning the heat all the way up to 25. As I wait for that to heat up, I whip out my makeup bag and run a brush through my shoulder-length jet black hair.
I then proceed to open my makeup bag, pulling out my eyeshadow palette and brush. I apply a very light gray under my eyes, a medium gray from above my crease to my eyebrows, from the bridge of my nose to the outside of my eyebrows. I use a dark gray on my eyelids, around the outer corners of my eyes, and creeping under my eye, about half of my lower eyelid. Finally, I brush a thick layer of black in the crease.

I close the palette and take out my black eyeliner pencil, carefully applying a thick line to my upper eyelid and a thin line at the very outside of my lower eyelid. I take out the liquid eyeliner (also black) and create the cat eye style, then tracing the line on my upper eyelid I made with my pencil. I put some mascara on my eyelashes, then glue the fake eyelashes I purchased from Manic Panic on.

I step back and look at myself. Both my eyes are dark, contrasting my icy bluish-gray irises. Nonetheless, it's no wonder everyone at school makes fun of me, stating I'm "emo trash." I am pretty emo. How am I supposed to survive the rest of this year, or the rest of high school, for that matter? It's only September 23rd of my freshman year, and I'm already at the bottom, nothing but a freak show exhibit for people to laugh at.

I shake away these thoughts, considering I have to finish and get to school. I quickly slap on a layer of blush and a thick coat of chili-pepper red lipstick on my full lips, then stuffing the small lipstick tube into my jeans pocket so I can reapply as needed later.

I pick up the flat iron, quickly straightening my hair, then backcombing and hairspraying it to give it volume. I quickly brush it out so it looks nice, then dash out of the bathroom. I grab my backpack, iPhone, and earbuds, my Danger Days-inspired Jet Star leather jacket, and I hurry out of my house. I'm already late for school. Great.

I begin crossing streets, heading to school. I guess the plus side to running late is the jocks can't beat me up today. Hey, I'm already late, it's not like being late by a couple more minutes will hurt... and Starbucks isn't out of my way. I pop in and head to the counter.

"Usual?" the barista asks. He knows me.

I nod, and he fixes my mocha frappè.

I begin to fish in my bag for my wallet, but the barista smiles and shakes his head. "On the house, Cass."

"Thanks." I reply, taking my cold drink and dashing out the door. I look around as I walk. I notice someone standing across the street. I look a little closer. Wait... is that... Mikey Way? It's definitely a match, but is he... staring at me? Why?

He reaches a hand up and presses two fingers to his ear, smiling gently.

He utters two words I thought I'd never hear from one of my idols.

"Found her."

Well, this isn't scary at all. I turn and bolt, sprinting the rest of the way to school.

Part of me wants to go back there, yell his name, and fangirl all over the place, maybe lick him or some weird thing or another, but I don't want MIKEY. FREAKING. WAY. to think I'm some sort of really weird fan. So I resist this strange urge.

I head to the office to check in. The secretary glares at me.

"Late again, Cassie?" the old bat growls in her nasal monotone. She points to the office.

"Principal's office. This is unacceptable."

I roll my eyes and stride nervously to the principal's office, sipping my frappè.

The moment Principal Smith sees me, he glares.

"Sit down, Cassie." he growls.

I sit shakily in the chair as the door slams shut behind me.

"Your behavior is unacceptable, Cassie. I just don't understand how one student could be late this many times so early in the schoolyear. You're passing all of your classes with flying colors, but your tardiness is unacceptable."

"Please, I can explain!"

"There is no excuse for being late to school."

"Please, hear me out!"

He rolls his eyes. "Fine."

"I had to watch my brother. Plus, I had a lot of homework, so things got really late-"

"Nothing comes before school. Nothing. Not friends, not family, nothing." He opens his mouth to say more, but is interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Smith, I'm sorry for interrupting your session, but we have something we need to talk about." I look behind me to see... Pete Wentz? What's he doing here? He places a hand on my shoulder. "Get to class, kiddo." he says, smiling and winking at me. God, if only he were my principal...

I stand up and hurry out, leaving them to whatever business they have.

I walk to my first class through the deserted halls, up the stairs, around several corners, until I finally reach class. I walk in, earning a glare from my teacher and my classmates, but I take a seat in the back of the room and attempt to follow along, though distracted by my thoughts on the events of this morning. I sip my coffee and process it all, then sigh. Today's just not going my way, is it?