Scars, Suicide and Australians

Beeps and Music

Beep.

"FUCK THE FUCK OFF"

Beep.

"I SWEAR TO GOD"

Beep.

"THAT'S IT YOU FUCKING WHORE."

I picked up my alarm and threw it at the wall. I then realised why the alarm was going off and checked the time on my phone. It was 6:30 and school started at 8:40. It was a ten minute drive.

"GET THE FUCK UP WE HAVE TO LEAVE IN TWO HOURS."

"IM GETTING UP CALM YOUR TITS."

I reluctantly rolled out of bed and headed over to the bathroom. I showered and wrapped my hair in a towel. Sighing, I washed my face and brushed my teeth.

I walked back into my bedroom and sat at the vanity. Playing King For A Day by Pierce The Veil ft Kellin, I started to apply the typical foundation, concealer, mascara, lip balm and thick black winged eyeliner.

I unwrapped the towel and sighed again. I applied heat protection and quickly blow dried my hair. Being the typical lazy ass I am, I just side braided it messily and got dressed.

I grabbed my bag, phone, earphones, gum and wallet, and ran downstairs.

"YOU READY TO GO YOU FILTHY WHORE?" I screamed.

"WELL NOW YOU'RE FINALLY FUCKING READY." She screamed back.

Our uniform is pretty simple. Black trousers, white shirt, red tie, black leather shoes. Me and Becky both had on black trousers (ripped black skinny jeans), white shirts (tied around our waists with band shirts on, mine mayday parade and beckys enter shikari), red ties (Beckys tied around her messy bun and mine wrapped around my thigh) and black leather shoes (both wearing combat boots, duh).

I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and head out the door.

We met the boys on the drive and since there was eight of us, Jai, Luke and Skip took one car, Michael, Ashton and Luke took another and Becky and I followed behind in Becky's car.

We got to school quickly, luckily for us there was no traffic. We parked in between the boys car and met them in front of our car.

We heard whispers going around about the new girls, some about how "hot" we were and if we were single and some calling us sluts and whores.

Some girl walked up to Becky and I, wearing not a lot of clothes and a shit load of make up. Her skin wae tangoed to the point she looked like a dorito. She was followed by a gang of girls who looked almost as slutty as she was.

"Well well well, what do we have here? Some sluts?" she smirked whilst practically spitting in my face.

"Woah girl, say it don't spray it. Can I even call you a girl? You look more like a walking orange." I replied.

She made some retarded shrieking noise and flipped her fake platinum blonde over her shoulder.

"I'm the queen bee! You can't say that to me. Besides, what kind of retard wears skinny jeans to school?" she sneered.

"Firstly, you're not the queen bee. Half the people here hate you." I said.

"Secondly, I think she just did, you whore." added Becky

"Thirdly, at least the style I have suits me. Your tits are so fake barbie is jealous!" I finished.

"Oh yeah? Well what about emo skank number two over here?" she said, talking about Becky.

She did not just say that.

Becky and I looked at each other and nodded. Whilst screaming as many insults as humanly possible, we jumped at her. She fell on the ground, and one of her chicken fillets fell out. Any other time, I would have laughed but I was way too fucking angry to notice.

We punched, kicked, slapped, elbowed, kneed and pinched her as hard as possible.

Becky and I just got up, looked at each other, and said "Sassy" and walked off.