Blood: Story of a Psycho

Chapter One

I was just starting my senior year. I had previously bad years but managed to get good grades and stay out of trouble. I surprisingly kept calm, in high school at least, even being diagnosed with some type of aggressive anger disorder I can't remember the name for, and anxiety. I wasn't quite everygirl's type and by that I mean no girl liked me because of what I have done in middle school, getting into fights and throwing anger fits and desks. I somewhat had the looks except my brown hair, which was always long enough to cover my pale blue eyes. I didn't quite have the personality either, I was always kind of a knucklehead and kind of a jerk at pretty bad times, I was either too nice or too mean. I still had good friends not very many fully understood my problems. We were all pretty tall, mainly the guys ranging from 5' 11" to 6' 3", girls 5' 6" to 5' 10". The start of the year was hard for me. Before you ask why it was because the only girlfriend I had ever had and loved, got all mad and left me. I had only cut a couple times, but the popular kids would not let it pass and they always call me Emo Boy and to avoid me as much as possible so they wouldn't contract the "cutter's disease". I always wore blue jeans, a shirt symbolizing a favorite band, and a black hoodie. This look along with my slight inability with socializing and my occasional mopey mood gave me my nickname. So anyway I was heading to my morning advisory to meet up with my friends. It was Friday and I went through my daily routine. Avoid contact with any popular kids, head to my locker, drop off my bag. I'd grabbed only my notebook and two pens since I didn't have many classes since I was a straight B+ student through out the other years, then headed to my advisory room, Mr. Sleemer's class. There were the students from previous freshman and sophomore year and my classmates from last year. There were the new freshman, all of them so foolish and giddy, the upperclassmen are happy in their own way while scolding the freshmen's behavior. One thing I did notice was one of the new girls to the class, she looked old enough to be a high school senior, she had long, light brown hair, she wore blue skinny jeans and a light blue jacket. She was sitting by herself. I decided to try and make a new friend and walked over to the empty desk.

"You don't mind if I sit here do you?" I asked her.

"No I don't mind at all," The girl said, she had a lovely voice.

I set my notebook down on the desk and sat down next to the girl.

"My name is Ben," I introduced myself. "Ben Grey. What's yours?"

"I'm Christina Greene, but you can call me Christy," She answered.

"That's a nice name you got Christy."

"Thank you."

Christy made direct eye contact with me and I looked right back. I saw that she had seafoam green eyes.

"You're probably the only person I've seen with that kind of eye color," Christy said.

"Really? You've never seen another person who has pale blue eyes?" I asked.

"No I haven't and they're actually really cool," Christy replied.

"Well thank you," I said.

I started to feel warm, so I decided to take my hoodie off. I took it off, revealing my Asking Alexandria t shirt.

"You like Asking Alexandria?" Christy asked with a smile.

"Yeah actually I do," I answered. "Do you?"

"Yes I love them!"

"Really?"

This is great, I thought. I think I might have a chance with this girl. That's when Paul Cyradeli, captain of the football team, walked into the room and headed toward where Christy and I were sitting.

"Hey, you must be the new girl here," Paul started to talk to Christy. "I'm Paul Cyradeli."

"Yes I am," Christy replied. " And nice to meet you, my name is Christy Greene."