"Addison!" Snaps the gravelly voice of my fragile mother, she's always angry. It's like she's on her period 24/7. My father has probably already left for work in the health and safety department. Mom was just a regular cranky, stay-at-home mom who did all the house cleaning and all the things mothers do.
Well, that makes my life seem all sunshine and rainbows doesn't it? But looks perceive.
"ADDISON MARIE WILLIAMS!" Her voice becoming louder and closer as her feet tread against the floorboards. Quickly, I kick my feet over the edge of my bed and make it look as if I've been up for awhile before she enters my room, without knocking of course because in her mind she doesn't have to knock.
"Oh, sorry, get dressed and get something to eat," She leaves the door ajar.
Ugh, I hate her so much.
She may give the impression that's she's sweet and caring but I can assure you she really isn't.
I wonder over to my closest and choose a t-shirt, pair of jeans and a jacket to slip over the top, I didn't receive much clothing so I make deal with what I have; my parents don't like spending money on me, they'd rather spend it on themselves. I slip into my clothing and smooth my hair out with my hairbrush, broken and falling to pieces but yet I won't get a replacement.
I sigh, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My cheekbone were prudent and I had light blue eyes, my black hair covered half my face. I don't look like my parents, yet they insist I'm their daughter.
It's not like I've seen the document that says I'm adopted or anything.
I slip into my old pair of black converses, don't think that my parents spent a hundred dollars on these. They brought them when they were on a limited reduction price. Over one shoulder I slung the strap of my small backpack, yeah not much money went into it, the cheapest one they saw but it's lasted a good few years. I head downstairs and grab my iPhone 3, my friend gave it to me after he received the iphone 4. I plug both of the white earphones into my ears and leave for school, playing the first song that came on shuffle. I barely ate in the mornings, none at all really and I really don't like seeing my mother's face.
Saviour by Black Veil Brides plays softly, the perfect symphony of the instruments and Andy Biersack's voice flowing through my ears. Probably think that this is going to end up like on of those fanfictions where the protagonist comes home and finds out Andy Biersack is their Dad of whatever, huh? Well no, that's just clique and those fanfictions really make me angry like seriously discover a new plot or something original, not overused.
I walk in sync with the music, yes I do this a lot, I don't even know why, it's just a habit.
"Addie," Smiles Noah when I arrive at school, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I shake my head, "Noah, I hate hugs." I remind him and he pulls away. He silently says 'sorry' with a guilty look, I laugh at his childishness. I'm probably the most childish-teenager you'll ever meet, and no, I do not like Blood On The Dance Floor, in fact, don't even mention that name around me. I shudder at the words of that god-forsaken 'band'. Also, I'm not a scene kid, fuck no.
Noah's friend group walk over towards us, I mostly hang out with Noah and his group of friends because I feel welcomed and no way would I ever join one of those other groups. They'll probably turn me into a scene-maniac obsessed with Blood On The Dance Floor, ugh.
Revelation starts playing through my ears, yes okay, I love Black Veil Brides more than anything in world. My love them for is like a directioners love for one direction, although I don't go finding out where they live and leaving my phone number on their instagram photos.
"Addie, wanna hang after school?" Asks Flynn, his shaggy brown hair more messy that usual and dark circles decorate his eyes. I shrug, I didn't have a curfew per say and my parents really didn't care about me. "Yes, sounds good." I nod with a small smile. I look over Flynn's shoulder to see the group of prissy, popular bitches checking him out. Disgusting.
"Flynn," I nod past him, in the prissy, popular bitches's general direction, "You've got eyes on you."
"I'd rather go out with Dahvie Vanity or whatever that go out with them."
I end up in stitches from laughing so much.
This is why guys are so better friends that girls, they don't fight and they'll treat you like one of their bros, not like a girl.
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A/N: Kinda did some bashing here and there, whoops but I'm molding Addie off me if that makes any sense? So her personality will be like mine... just not looks and also, I broke the fourth wall. hehe. Please don't be offended, it's only for fun, okay?
