Ghost In The Snow

Chapter 2: Tess

"Hi." I slowly turned my head to the left, looked at the emo boy, Mikey. His hair was shiny, dark brown, flat, hiding the right side of his face. He had glasses on. Strong jaws. Actually a pretty boy. I didn't notice that everybody in the class had started talking. I quickly looked around, then I looked at Mikey again. "Hi", I answered. "Uhm... Read the text on page 81. Then we're gonna discuss the questions to it." Mikey looked down on his papers. "Okay, thank you", I mumbled.

We can deal with things that are real. Things that happen. Like people shouting at us. We can shout back or choose to ignore them. But we can't do anything about those things, that lurk in the dark. It has to be real. And sometimes you don't know if it's real or not, until it's too late.

The text was a really boring one. I understood it, like what it said, but I didn't understand what it really meant. It was just a bunch of messy, disjointed sentences, that didn't make any fucking sense to me. I stared at the clock, not wanting to discuss anything with anyone. I just wanted to go home. Sit in the dark. Listen to music. Wait for another day being a slave for society. Jeez.

The bell rang, and although I sat in the back of the class, I was the first one to get out of there. I stood in the middle of the hallway. I had forgotten where my locker was. At least I remembered my name. Tess. It was lunchtime and I had no idea where people used to eat. I didn't have any food anyway, so why should I care. Maybe I should go to my next class. Or go home.

Locked. The classroom, where I was going to have math, was locked. I didn't want to stand out here like a fucking retard. But apparently that was the way it was gonna be. I leaned against the wall, peeked down the corridors. A group of jocks were hanging around. Their laughter could be heard clearly. I looked the other way, and there was Mikey, the other emo boy, and two older emo boys. They came closer. They walked past me, but when Mikey saw me, he smiled and said: "Hi, Kate. Don't you wanna come with us outside?"

I panicked. I didn't want to be labeled as an emo freak from the start, but hey, that, or one of the bitchy makeup girls. "Sure." I followed them outside. People everywhere. Together we walked down to a quiet place with a bench under some trees. We all sat down. I sighed and closed my eyes. What the fuck was I doing? I was ruining my life, that's what I'm doing.

"So, you are new in town?" It was the other emo boy talking. He was quite low, weird blonde and black haircut almost covered his whole face. It looked like a skunk sat on his head. He also had a lip- and nose piercing. His voice was quite hoarse, but he sounded confident. I was observing his face, which may sound weird, but I guess I am weird. "I'm Frank by the way." He smiled and his face lit up. He almost looked like a little puppy. Happy puppy Frank.

"Yeah, I moved to this town a few weeks ago. I live down the road, not far away from this prison." I mumbled the last part. "What was your name?" It was one of the older emo boys. To be honest, he was handsome. Kinda round face, messy black hair and greenish brown eyes. "My name is Tess." Mikey looked confused, Frank as well. They furrowed their brows.

"Wasn't it Kate?", Frank quickly asked. I sighed. "I.. Uh, I panicked, I couldn't remember my name." My eyes flickered around on the emo group. They suddenly all laughed, or, more like giggling. "What?" "You couldn't remember your own name? Oh my god!" Frank laughed, and it didn't seem like he would stop. "Frank, stop..." Mikey mumbled, and he gave Frank a small push. He glared at Mikey. "Come on, that's funny!", Frank whined in a high pitched giggling voice. Handsome emo boy interrupts: "I'm Gerard. Mikey's brother."

Surprised I looked at the two. "Really?" They just nodded. "Hmm.." I smiled. The last emo boy had an afro-ish hairstyle and looked like a potato, but he seemed nice. "I'm Ray." His voice was unstable, but really comforting to listen to. I smiled again, happy to meet these guys. It weren't these types of guys, I had expected to hang around with, but I'd rather hang around with the kind, labeled emos than some sick and boring nerds.