Wild child-sequel to and then i met andy biersack

chapter 19

amina p.o.v 5months later

ok, so i had finally settled into the school after all i will be spending most of my time here. remember that cheerleading girl, yeah she really knows how to express her self. she quit the team and was hanging with the faggy low lives well at least that was what the popular kids said. as for trace, he was getting cuter and cuter by the minute i could never take my eyes of him. there was also Nicole she never really talked much, she had beautiful blue eyes and silky black hair she was beautiful (no homo)

but there was just one thing that controlled my mind, the bullies that linger behind the screen. yes, agressive, smartass amina was getting bullied. i couldn't tell anyone the amount of times ive cried my self to sleep, my soul bleeding at the torture i couldn't breathe a word. cutting was now my new favourite pass time, i enjoyed letting all the pain bleed out each night. i was a mess, i dont even know how mum is doing. she never contacted me ever since and julliet was pissing me off too. she was trying to be my mom but she should know by now that shes not welcome in my life, she will never replace my mom.

i was going to Nicole house today to have dinner there, i could imagine her house. a gothic mansion is all i could picture her house to be like. we finally arrived and it weren't what i was expecting.

"oh Nicole is this your new friend" her mom said cheerfully

"yeah mom, were just going to go to my room" she mumbled

"come on Nicole speak up" she said " remember those speech classes"

"gosh your so embarrassing" she groaned, pulling me upstairs.

"sorry about my mum" she said, quietly

she had the very top bedroom while her parents and brothers slept on the ones below. they were so colourful, her parents room painted in the glossiest colours you could think of. i walked up to her room, it was kind of deserted. i walked in her room, it smelt like scented candles. her room was a very dark purple, she had a queen size bed with purple sheets and her curtains were black drapes. posters scattered on her walls, skulls placed on the window. the most striking thing about it were the fairies that dangle from the ceiling, did i forget to mention she was an artist. they were beautiful but they were sad for fairies.

"sorry you must think im so childish" she said pulling one down.

"no of course not they are so pretty" i said, admiring their delicate wings.

"im sorry they are so rubbish" she said snatching them away

"no they're not" i said pulling her back

our eyes met, and i admired her beauty. her lips were so plump and close to mine i couldn't help but kiss them. we pulled away awkwardly,nothing more left to say.