CHAOS ✔️ J.D.

the new kid.

totally, completely and utterly unfair. that's all everyone ever was. teachers, parents, ordinary people that are always attempting to stop you from doing what your heart desires. but me, you see, i'm not a puppet. i don't let anyone control me from what i want. i thrive off of the unexpected. what's the fun in anything if you can always predict everyone's next move? that's where i come in.

i positioned myself in front of my mirror, observing my reflection and not stressing too much about my image. i went casual, pairing my black skinny jeans with a faded sweatshirt. i tied my hair up into a messy bun, and moments later was ready to go.

after my father leaving and my brothers suicide, i decided to escape from my so called 'friends.' you know, heather chandler and her slaved heather's. i swear, they followed her around like she was a god. but in reality she was really, and still really is, a mythic bitch.

i went through this phase where i was.. beyond eager to be like them. but after a while of their predictable choices, toxic words, and being controlled, i couldn't withstand it anymore. following them around like being a lost puppy- it made me feel sick. i escaped. i left. after many hardships, i've realized that popularity wasn't all that worth it to me. now heather chandler chews me up and spits me out with every glare that's landed on me, along with each of her puppets. i don't feel like dealing with her drama so i've tried this new technique- it's called keeping distance.

but recently, i've been hanging out with a group of guys. different, you would call it, right? well they've taught me several things. useful things, in fact. that includes defending myself, letting my stresses out with different types of graffiti, how to sneak out of my miserable household, etc. but the downside is the drinking, smoking, and the stereotypical unhealthy habits that come along with that. i couldn't say that i'm proud of who i am now, but hey, i'd rather surround myself with them than having a job that has to do with being popular and shit. i look up to them, and they're always by my side.

grabbing my backpack and walking out the door, i felt the morning breeze hit my cheeks as i met up with the guys at a park that was down the street from my school.

   "hey, ivy." spoke the darkened-hair boy, ryan. the rest of them stood behind him, as we started to walk beside each other to school. hell awaits.

"hey." i mumbled softly, as we eventually arrived to our destination.

we were all scheduled different morning classes. that is, except for me and ryan. i honestly feel as if me and him are the closest, considering we have the strongest bond. we both walked over to our class, instantly noticing the all mighty heather chandler and her minions in the hallway.

   "walk faster." i mumbled to the male beside me, dreadfully arriving to class. i let out a sigh of relief, knowing i didn't have to deal with them.

i sat down in my seat, examining my surroundings. i began noticing a new face, a boy with clouded eyes, tousled hair, and a mysterious trench coat. that must be the new kid everyone has been talking about. hm, interesting. he definitely has some kind of act going on.

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i promise this will start to get interesting soon, and there are probably going to be a lot of spelling mistakes in here until i get the time to correct them. sorry. - T