I'm Tessa. A bright young 15 year old girl. Except I'm not human. I'm of angel kind. I just moved here to this new school. A human school. Luckily I can hide my wings. Unluckily I may have been discovered. Thing is he might be an angel as well. Yea...
The rest of the weekend went by without a problem. We watched movies most of the time. At about 11:00 on Sunday night we both had passed out on the couch. I awoke when I heard the blaring of "Don't Wait" playing through my phones speakers. Ugh my 6 am alarm. I did not want to get up and go to school. I got off the couch and stretched. The couch was an uncomfortable place to sleep but it works. I went up the stairs and to the room I was staying in, pulling open the drawer with my shirts in it. I picked out a Twenty One Pilots shirt that said "Sometimes quiet is violent" on it.
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I grabbed a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a black belt from the drawer below it. I pulled the shirt and pants on and laced up my all black converse with spikes. I put my spike choker necklace on and a skull ring. The last part to my outfit was the black leather jacket and some bracelets. I put my jacket on and grabbed a bracelet that said "Wrists are for bracelets" and one that said "Twenty One Pilots |-/" on it. I may be an angel but I'm a punk-ass one.
~~~~~~Hey ma!! I found a time skip!!!!!~~~~~~~~ School was the same as always. Teachers droning on and on and on. I literally wanted to strike a match and burn this school to the ground. But then again it wasn't that bad. I wasn't really one to be a girly girly. I was more of a guy but still had my girl traits. I guess you could say I'm gender fluid. I was sitting in my last class of the day when someone threw a paper ball at me. I thought nothing of it and picked it up, opening it up to read it. 'Hey faggot you do know those are guy clothes right? You're a girl wear girl clothes and stop trying to be something your not. Emo freak.' I balled it back up and stuck it in my book bag. I was planning on showing it to Jett later. I made sure I looked completely unaffected by it when in reality I was hurt. Why can't a girl wear what a guy wears? I mean it's just clothes right? Hopefully i can survive the rest of this class. ------------------------------ A/N Comment if you spotted my two references to song lyrics. ~Divergent432
