My story of andy biersack, how it all started

New friends: chapter one
* Andy's pov*-

My stepdad punched me in the face I fell and he kicked me in the ribs I have fallen inside no one can catch me. I ran upstairs and slammed my door. BANG!!! BANG! Open this door. You worthless you piece of crap! I quickly ran to my window and opened it and closed it to act like I ran away. I ran to my closet because the banging stopped. I walked in my closet and I shut the door and found a bag and stuffed it with my box of piercings and my best clothes. It didn't take long because all my clothes are the best. I grabbed a pair of my converses and my boots and jumped out the window, and rolled on the ground. I ran down the street as fast as I can. Technically with my long legs I'm pretty fast. I can hear my dad yelling at me, " ANDY COME BACK!!!", he yelled. "No!" I screamed back. I lived on granted road, in Colorado and my name is Andy Biersack. I ran all the way to farces road. I found a park and a bench I sat down and rested for a few moments when a man in a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans, ripped up, and long black hair. He came and sat down too. He had a guitar and started playing and I knew the song and started singing. He said " wow you are great" thanks you too. I'm ashley Purdey. He said. I-I'm andy. We shook hands and became friends. I almost forgot we are twelve years old by the way. So uh never seen you around, what are you doing out here? He asked I ran away I said. Oh well do you want to come live with me. Sure I said thanks. It is almost time to go back to school from summer break he said. Ugg I said. I know he said. We will be in the same classes. Listen I have friends that live next door do you want to hang with them later when we get home. Love to I said. We walked home. My phone was being blown up by my dad. Ignore. I clicked deleted everything on my phone that had to do with him. Who's that? My dad I said
Here we are. It was a huge house with eight bedrooms and four bathrooms. I looked with my eyes widened. My parents don't care if you stay. We walked next door and knocked on the door and a twelve year old boy answered with two more twelve year old boys. Hello they said to Ashley. Hey. This my friend Andy, he sings. Ash said. Hello I'm JINXX one stepped up and another stepped up and said I'm cc and one more stepped up and said I'm jake Pitts but you can call me jake. I live with Ashley now, I ran away could not take my dad's crap anymore and he hates me he said I'm a piece of crap and I'm worthless and he says I'm stupid. Why do you have a lot of scares? Ashley asked I cut. No andy don't cut anymore please! Ok fine. I get bullied a lot. When we went back over to Ashley's house we went shopping for clothes like v shirts and skinny jeans and converses and black note books and I got a writing book that locks. Ready for bed your room is ready in there, that is our guest room but now it's yours. Thanks I gratefully said.
Next morning 6:00

Chapter 2: new school
I got out of bed and went to the closet and got a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a red v shirt and a cross necklace and went to the bathroom and combed my long hair and put my eyeliner on, brushed my teeth. I grabbed my books and headed out the door and met Ashley, JINXX and jake a cc out at the bus stop. When I got to school I got death starred so I ignored them then a boy said ha it's a group of Emos. You got a problem jake said. Yeah. What is that exactly Ashley said. You wear makeup. Everyone laughed I barged in and said just because we wear make up does not mean we can not beat you up I said. that's right cc said we walked on. At the end I went to my locker to find notes on it that said Emo, go kill yourself or go cut yourself and gay. I ripped them off and I opened my locker and grabbed my notebook and slammed my locker and walked on and met the guys at the bus when they weren't there yet and the kids that we argued with earlier came up and shoved me and kicked me and slammed me into the wall. That's what you get Emo. They punched me in the face and I laid there in the floor. The guys found me and we decided to walk home just in case they cleaned me off. I walked in my room grabbed a pen wrote a song in my notebook and grabbed something sharp and cut a little slit when Ashley bragged in and said ANDY!!! And snatched the sharp object. Andy why he said tearing up. I can't help it I can't be bullied anymore we are in eighth grade chill. No I can't i drop out. If you drop out then I will. Ok then tell your mom. We dropped out of school when we called all our friends well what I mean by all is our guys next door. Okay we'll drop out too. I know it is not the right thing but I'm tired of being bullied, I self harmed myself today. I said, what? The guys said, even ash said. It was slit you stopped me and I'm so so so sorry. I wrote this song I said. let's play it then the guys smiled and said. I looked at Ashley he smiled big. They got the guitars and drums and microphone and handed the microphone to me. Me? Yeah your good. Okay thanks I said.
Guitar..........
Alone at last we can sit and fight, lost all faith in this blurring light
STAY RIGHT HERE WE CAN CHANGE YOUR PLIGHT. Storming out and despite what's right!!!........
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With knifes and pens we're made of plight.....
This song was called knifes and pens
Wow that was great! JINXX said
Thanks I said
How you come up with it ash said and looked at me with widened eyes
I sighed and said since I was bullied that's how
Sandra came and kissed me right on the lips :o (omg)
Me and ash started to walk to Walmart to get groceries and the guys + girl followed and a car with a bunch of jerks slowed down and said "hey Emos, why don't you go cut or kill yourself. " I heard that voice from anywhere I looked up and guess who it is that jerk from school. Ugg I hate him. He said why are you a retarded Emo, he said. You dropped out he also said. I felt my eyes fill up with water I wiped my eyes and anger filled with in me. I said to ash you better stop me from killing someone today. He grabbed me and carried me on. The drove on.