cold cowgirl emo

chapter one

  (tazzmans POV)
   "Leave him alone! he didn't do nothing!" I watch as lil pushes my bully away.
   "Or what? You gonna sick your filthy mongral on me? Do that and I'll have the catchers come and snach 'im!" That hit a cord with lil. If it wasn't from Ander she would have killed her. "Oh how sad, needing to have lil old Alice to hold you back. What a joke, your mama must have hate'n you to give you a girls name."
   I look to my brother as lil goes still a look of horror etched on her face. I stand from where I sat on the floor. "No, your the joke. Everyone knows you never bring someone else's mom in."
   "I dont recall anyone ever saying that." She smiled crossing her arms. "And last I checked you shouldn't care seeing as your Mama's dead."saying this she pushed me. I lost it and punched her, I tried to pound her more but Ander grabed me by the collar of my shirt.
   "Tazz, don't! Stop it." The girl stands and gets out of arms reach.
   "Y-your all freaks, I'm gonna tell my father about you and then you'll get expelled from anchester high and that'll mean one less fag, one less emo cutter, and one less slutty cowgirl." With that she sashayed off most likely trying to get to her father's office but gets swarmed by a bunch of boys looking to court her.
(It hurts typing those words, but this bitch is the reason they leave.)
(Time skip a week later)
   "Tazzman did you have to do that, this is the 823rd time were been expelled from I've tried almost all the schools in the states that haven't banned us none will take a group of ragtag kids. And no thanks to Mr. Oxford we can't get into any high ranking schools." As lil chewed me out Ander was looking for scholership schools far and wide.
   "Guys! I found one! It's in Tokyo Japan and all we need to do is apply for the scholerships  listed here and they look pretty straight forward ones for dance and two are for music. Tazz you have your music stuff packed up or are you ready to rumble?" Lil and I looked at Ander before my mouth Brocke into a mischievous grin.
   "Whated you have in mind? Wanna go tare up downtown?" The same grin Brocke out on my siblings faces. "I'll call Mikey." And with that our story begins.