I Kissed Her Scars

Please do not get too offended by the first few chapters of this book. I, as the author, do not believe the emo stereotypes that are given by these chapters. Every group of people, whether you are emo, a prep, or a nerd, has certain stereotypes to them. But that does not mean they are necessarily true, no matter what anyone says. This story looks into that, so keep reading if you may. 

(Had to write this due to the large amount of negative comments at the end of the chapter. But the same people who make those comments are the same people who end up loving this story. So give it a shot if you want)

I Kissed Her Scars

Chapter 1

"Hah," scoffed my best friend Rylan, "Look, it's emo Emma."

I giggled along with him. There she was, as usual. Alone, listening to some weird screamo music.

I don't know how she or anyone can listen to that stuff. It's just some emo singer who screams and whines about their life stories. And you can't even understand what they're saying from all their screaming for goodness sakes.

Her arms were full of cuts. Every where on her body was full of cuts. Wasn't she ever bothered by exposing her arms with those disgusting cuts???

A lunch she just sat there. She never ate. It's like it's been ages since she's ever ate anything. She was twig skinny. But it never seemed to bother her and she never seemed to go hungry if she didn't eat.

She also did drugs like smoking weed and stuff like that. What a freak.

"Hey Connor," said Alice, disturbing my thoughts. She was a girl who moved her at the beginning of the school year, and we kinda had a thing with each other.

"Oh hey Alice," I said in a flirty way.

"Whoa whoa guys," said Rylan, "Keep it PG."

"Yea," I said to Alice, "There's kids around... Aka Rylan."

"Haha, very funny," he replied.

"C'mon guys," said Alice, "Let's sit down and eat."

We sat at our usual table, the 'cool kid table,' as everyone called it.

Alice was staring at someone, with a disgusting look on her face.

"What's up Alice?" I asked her.

"Definitely not her," she said, pointing to Emma with a disgusted look on her face, "What a downer."

"Don't look at her, and everything will be fine."

"Ugh. She's disgusting. I don't understand why somebody would let themselves go like that and cut themselves. Why would anyone cut themselves??? As if she wasn't ugly enough."

"Now now Alice," I said to her, "Calling people ugly isn't nice."

"Yea, and neither is her presence in this room."

"So... You ready for after school?" asked Rylan.

"Oh yea," I said.

"What are you guys doing after school?" asked Alice.

"We're gonna spray paint 'Mr. Miller eats pants' on the side of the school."

"... How mature..."

"C'mon Alice," I said, stretching my arms out to hug her, "You know you love me."

"And I have no idea why," she said, hugging me back.

We went to class and let me just say... When you're waiting to play a prank on the principal, classes go by even slower than they usually do.

The final bell finally went... After what seemed like ages.

I immediately ran outside the school, waiting for everyone to leave. After everyone did, Rylan got the spray paint out.

"You ready to do this?" he asked.

"Let's do this."

"Okay... Now... You write and I keep guard."

"Uhm no.... You write and I keep guard."

"No, you write and I keep guard."

"No, you."

"You??? As in you want ME to keep guard?? You know... If you insist."

"Ugh. Fine. I will write it."

I started writing.

I wrote the name 'Mr. Miller' until Rylan quickly ran away.

I had no idea why he ran, I just stood there clueless. So I continued writing... Until a deep heavy voice spoke behind me.

"Mr. Miller eats what??? Mr. Sanders, I suggest you not finish that sentence."

"Oh... Hey Mr. Miller..." I said innocently.

"Come with me, Me. Sanders."

"You know Mr. Miller," I said as I was walking with him, "I think that we have gotten so close after these detentions that we should be on a first name basis, you think so?"

"Hmm... How about a year from never, Mr. Sanders?"

"Worth a shot."

He brought me into the detention room. With no one there except... Emo Emma.

"Now, you will be here with Emma doing something useful with your time."

I groaned and sat down at a random desk, about 4 desks away from her.

"I will be back soon," said Mr. Miller.

Things got real awkward. We weren't aloud phones or electronic devices in detention so Emma was just sitting there without her music put to full blast.

Should I talk to her??? We were here for an hour...

"So," I said, "Whatcha here in detention for?"

"Stuff," she said coldly without even looking up at me.

"And that would be..."

"Stuff."

"Wow," I mouthed, not sure if she saw that or not.

This was gonna be a long detention.

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Sorry if anything said in this story comes out as offensive. But I would appreciate if you kept reading because it is a story to help people realize what 'emo' people actually go through despite what people say about them.