I woke up and smiled to myself...that is until I realised I had school, so my smile was quickly replaced with a frown, which was soon followed by a loud groan.
I hate school. I don't get bullied every day, but when I do, it's Hell.
Well, to be quite honest, every day is Hell for me. Not only because of bullying, but because my own mind has turned against me. It's feeding me lies, on a daily basis. I never really know if I'm ever "fine" or not. One moment I'll seem perfectly happy, and the next I'll be crying uncontrollably because I dropped a pencil. It's basically like being on your period, but without the stomach cramps. That's not what it's called though...is it? It's called Borderline Personality Disorder...I've self diagnosed. "I'll be fine...I won't let this illness get any worse, and I'll be fine" I told myself. "Ha, what a treat that worked" I hear the parsimonious and self absorbed part of my brain say. I shake my head. "Shut up" and slap myself across the face, because I am a perfectly sane socio path, who doesn't need professional help.
"Maybe you do need a little help" I hear the more affectionate and kindhearted voice say. I shrug it off, and get dressed.
After ten minutes of sitting on the floor and doing absolutely nothing, I start looking through my clothes. I soon settle on a Bullet For My Valentine t shirt, and black skinny jeans. I put on some eyeliner, eye shadow, and put my converse on to leave, when I hear a whiny voice. This time, the voice is real, and not in my head.
"The fuck are you wearing?" I hear it say. Funny I think to myself Sounds exactly how I would expect Satan to sound. I muse for a while, before replying to my forever neurotypical Dad.
"It's called clothes" I mutter, and roll my eyes.
"You fucking bitch" I hear him curse in shock.
I almost say something sarcastic, but I realise it would most probably get me hit again, so instead I grab my school bag and run out the door.
I run for a bit, to make sure I was as far away from the place I call "Home", and then put in my headphones. Skin by Sixx A M comes on, and I smile. This song never fails to soothe me.
"And when they start to judge you,
Show them your true colours,
And do onto others,
As you'd have done to you,
Just rise above this,
Kill them with your kindness,
Ignorance is blindness,
They're the ones that stand to lose"
As much as I try to live by those words, I can't help but get angry when people start to act like shitheads.
I see the school come into focus, and let out a deep sigh. Fucking great.
I walk over to my friends Sadie, Hailey, Danny, Vic and Ben, Cameron and James. We're the so - called "Mosher's", "Emo's", "Goth's" and "Scene's". Atleast that's what everyone else says.
This time there's a new guy talking and laughing with them, and my heart flips over. What's going on? I think to myself.
"Hey guy's...who's this?" I say, gesturing to the guy who made my heart go all over the place.
"I'm Sam...I'm new here" He says to me, and smiles. Damn, his accent's cute...and so is his smile.
"I'm Phoebe...nice to meet you" I smile back, trying not to sound shy.
Since they're all sat down at a table outside, I look for a place to sit, and notice that the only place to sit is next to Sam. "C-can I sit here?" I ask, stuttering slightly.
"Sure, go ahead" He smiles at me, and his brown eyes light up. I smile back at him again. "Thanks"
Hailey gives me a weird look, probably wondering why the Hell I was acting so nervous. I look around and realise, so is everyone else, except from Sam, who was still smiling.
"So...Bullet For My Valentine then?" Sam smirks, gesturing towards my t shirt.
"Yeah" I reply "One of my favourite bands. Do you listen to them?" I ask.
He nods, and I could feel my heart burst into fire. Not only is he cute, but he likes Bullet, oh my fucking God.
"Love them" He grins, and I feel myself go weak in the knees.
Soon, we all exchange class schedule's, and find out that Sam is in all my classes.
"Oh, great, that's cool, want me to walk with you to English then?" He offers, and I smile.
"That'd be cool" I say cheerfully. We both get up and walk to the class room, whilst getting to know each other better.
[A/N: Well...it's not amazing, I'll admit, but atleast this one doesn't look like it was written by a ten year old...]
