The Dragqueen Lovers ( Wednesday 13 and Joey Jordsion)

It's a funny thing to be faced with a rotting corpse and it's another to be faced with your own mother yelping at the site of your presence on a an early summers morning in the depths of Charlotte in North Carolina, no one see's the dead quite like this...

" Joesph Poole! you spend too much much of your time slopping around all day

doing nothing, when in fact you could be improving your grades and actually making

way for the life ahead of you, me and your father hardly see you when you spend most your days

hiding up in your bedroom and dressing up in those ridiculous goth clothes of yours, it's just like aunt maranda's funeral all over again!"

As you can probably tell my mama is a little P'd off, well you know what? I don't have to listen to this shes telling me how to live my life, she hardly knows me! I'm the the bad ass motherfucker of the north! everyday since I was twelve I had to put up with her excruciating bossy damandments, but I tell you!  I  Joesph Jackass Poole ain't gonna deal with it no more.

"You! woman, can't tell me what to do,

you can't tell me how to live my life,

you can't change me from who I am or what I am!"

...like I said it's a funny thing.

" It doesn't matter the fact is that you haven't done nothing for your family,

you just spend most of your days dressing up like one of those devil worshippers!

and half the time I question whether the Doctor was right about me giving birth to

a baby boy!"

My mum glared at me, hands on hips, it's the the type of glare that not only defines the clearness of your distress but also the dis-hearted content in her eyes, this is pretty serious shit! this woman means business. I dare not to look her back in the eye, before I start confessing the guilt stabbing at my stomach, shes my mama I should respect her, but I never take these situations seriously, I say these things and then regret it soon afterward, I suppose it's like a side effect, you inhale all the blame and then you let it all out without meaning to, it hurts you like a bitch afterwards. I grab my bag at the side of the door and head out to school, I didn't want to turn round, so I kept my head down and focused on walking out and not looking back.

***

I arrive at school fifteen minutes later I thought about everything I said and replayed it on in my mind, perhaps it's just one of those teenage fights that occur now and then especially after the mummy's chat about hormones and the changes of being a boy...anyways I'm sure she'l get over it and i'll top thinking about it. I walk into to the school gates and check the parking area to see if my boys have arrived, Joey's MK3 Ganda was parked in the drive, hes step dad bought it for him as an early birthday present, Joey recieved driving lessons from hes uncle and  was able to be fully licenced  and insured.

I look round to see the jokey teams with the bitches of the cheerleading squad shouting, swearing and practically swearing their asses off at each other,  proabably to see who can shout  " I'm the biggest whore of Charlotte Treehill". I  Head up the stairs to the entrance of the school and take the shortcut round the back corridor near the storage cuboard, I take the second flight of stairs till I follow on down to my first lesson, I can't afford to miss another late detention, especially with         Mr. Vaakeschwar.

I walk into the class room and where everyone looks at me stone dead!...I look around and see some pretty looking faces staring at me....still, it's kinda giving me the hee-bee-jeebies, i clear my throat...