Home Sweet Home (REVISED)

Chapter 1: In the Beginning

Nikki was born as Frank. Frank Feranna. He had always hated that name, because his father was the one who gave it to him. Nikki's father had abandoned him when he was very little, and he had no memories of him whatsoever. Maybe that was part of the reason why he was so insecure about himself? He had always been shy, and very quiet, spending most of his time in his room, kept to himself. But even though Nikki's time was mostly spent thinking, he would never be able to forgive his shitty father, who left him alone with nothing but his own name: Frank Feranna. That's why he decided to change it to Nikki Sixx, and then the journey began.

Walking down the road, on his way to one of two buses that he had to take, Nikki shook his head, making his long black bangs fall down in front of his eyes, so that nobody would be able to make eye-contact. He and his mother had just moved for the billionth time, from Idaho this time, and today was his first day on the new school. Back in Idaho everybody would pick on him, steal his stuff and push him over the edge, so he was obviously pretty nervous. His single mom, who was supposed to take care of him like normal mothers do, worked with something Nikki suspected was stripping. They were close to broke, since she was probably not the best stripper at the club, so the clothes Nikki had to wear was full of old stains, rips and holes on both elbows and knees. Long story short: he was just equally as much a wreck as his mom.

The wannabe punker saw the bus rolling into its stop, and made his way in. He payed the driver with money he had stolen from his mom earlier that morning, and found a seat for the one-hour trip to the next bus. Other people gave him ugly looks, people that hopefully weren't his new classmates. Nikki tried to ignore them, wishing that they'd keep to themselves instead of judging him. He hated people, and people hated him, so he had figured early that he might as well go along with it.

After taking two different buses to the new school, Nikki jumped out and hurried towards the tall bricked building: he was thirty minutes late to his first class, of his first day. Nikki slowly pushed open the door to what he guessed was his classroom, and nervously peeked in. As soon as he popped his head in, he got a look from the teacher that was talking to a class. "Oh, hi!", she exclaimed, "You must be Nikki, come in!" She walked up to him, grabbed his arm and pulled him into the classroom. He was now standing in front of a dozen unfamiliar faces, not knowing what to say or what to do. The teacher stretched her hand out to him, waiting for him to grab it. "Mrs. Allen", she told him with a smile, while he carefully shook her hand. "Nikki", he responded, mumbling almost incomprehensible. Mrs. Allen then pushed him further into the classroom, making him feel uneasy as 24 eyes were stuck at him. "Say hi everybody", she said, the whole class responding with a lousy "hi, Nikki". She grabbed his shoulder, and pointed at an empty chair next to a guy with huge, puffy brown hair. "You can sit next to Thomas".

Nikki's eyes fell upon the lanky guy that sat there, one of his arms thrown over the back of the chair. His name was Tommy Lee, a football guy whose dream was to play drums in a world-famous rock band. Tommy could never even sit still for more than a minute; he had to have something to keep him busy, that's why he had a passion for drumming. Nikki looked at the clothes he was wearing as he sat down next to him. Some red tank top, but still in higher quality than Nikki's stained t-shirt. As the teacher went on talking about the first world-war, Nikki spotted in the corner of his eye that Tommy was looking at him. He then leaned closer to him, making Nikki sweat nervously. Nikki didn't turn around, just kept staring straight forward, fearing what might happen if he did turn. "I think you and Vince Wharton would make good friends", Tommy whispered, getting a "what?" back from Nikki. "Your clothing style", Tommy continued, still whispering, "I can see clearly that you're trying hard to come off as a punker. Vince is really into fashion, so I think you'll get along really quickly". He paused for a while. "I could introduce you to him later". Nikki nodded slightly, so that Mrs. Allen wouldn't notice; he didn't want to get a warning on his first day. "Alright", he replied, whispering.