I look at my schedule and I started coughing. The most dreaded subject, next to PE, Math. I crumpled up my schedule and threw it in my bag. I feel an arm wrap around my waist. "The fuck?" I said and look at the perv, Kenny.
"So.... whachya got next?" He asked.
"Math..." He chuckled.
"Sucks for you... I got sex-ed with the hot Mrs. Romper~" He said and flew off. I sigh and look at the back doors.
"Agh... finally away from those conformist dicks!" I mumbled pulling some cigarette boxes out.
I pick the menthol cigarettes and pop one in my dark purple painted lips.
I pull out my bone lighter and light my cancer stick. "How do people put up with these whores?" I asked myself inhaling the wonderful cigarette.
"Ahem... and who the fuck are you?"
I look to my left and see goths!
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They all glare at me. I see a little boy with a bloody switchblade, a fat girl with a book, a boy with red hair, and a tall fucking dude with a cane. I look at them.
"Fuck! What do you want! Can't you see I'm smoking! Fuck off, please. You're all probably just goth wannabe's." I said angrily. I heard a growl from the tall cane dude and the little one laughed.
"She's cool. That's my cousin.... (Yn). When did you move here, you whore?" He asked and took my pack of cigarettes and lit it.
"Oh my Satan? Firkle is that you?" I asked and he nodded. The kid has lived here all his life. I forgot about him unless it was Christmas. We are the outcasts of the family and we've always been close. The tall one kept awkward eye contact with me as I took a drag of my cig. "Yes?"
"Nothing, but, don't think we're all cool just because you're related to Firkle. You've got to earn your place in this still." He spoke and dramatically walked off.
