Black Tears, Red Rivers and Smudged War Paint

Scar&Max&Tickets

Hiiiii peoples :3

I finished writing my other book, I Remember?, so I am starting another :)

This chapter will be a little shitty because I didn’t know how to start it but oh well.

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“Riot?, RIOT?!, Hannah?, Hannah?!, HANNAH?!?!” My friend Scar snapped me out of my trance. She always called me Hannah when I was daydreaming or if she wanted something, but I usually go by Riot, Riot Jackson.

“Wha- Oh sorry. I was daydr-” I was cut off, Rude…

“Daydreaming, I know. Now, I have news.” Scar’s face was never as joyful and excitement filled as it is now.

“Okay, what’s up?” I asked with my do-I-really-want-to-know? Look.

“I know that look and yes you do want to know! Black Veil Brides are playing in Leeds O2 Arena on the 17th of October!” Yes I live in England, I was going to die then and there.

Just then Scar and I linked hands and started jumping up and down and screaming like the true fan girls we are. We earned dumbfounded glares from all the other students and teachers in the lunch hall.

Our school was strict with uniform. We had to have white shirts, ¾ length sleeves for girls, a black cardigan with a grey, light purple and black tie, either a black tight lycra skirt that in my opinion are too short since when girls sit with their legs crossed the guys look up their skirts, or black tight trousers with black shoes, I wear black pumps. We are not allowed facial jewellery and we are only allowed one simple lobe piercing. We are allowed two bracelets on each wrist and no other jewellery.

“Girls, please calm down.” Ms Keighley told us while raising her eyebrow.

“Sorry miss.” Scar and I apologised.

“It’s okay just quieten down.” She smiled and then walked off back to her maths room since she had finished her lunch.

We sat back down at our seat, Scar sat opposite me.

“What you all so happy about?” Max asked, Max had a light brown hair colour that flops over his eyes a bit like mine but mine is more of a fringe. He has a tan complexion and acne, he isn’t too bad looking but isn’t exactly a God.

“Scar bought BVB tickets.” We both squealed again but a little less over dramatic this time.

“Oh really, so you won’t want these then?” Max asked handing me two pieces of paper and smirking.

“No fucking way?!” I shouted as I realised what the two pieces of paper were.

“Yes fucking way.” Max winked and slid them across the table to me.

“2 tickets to see Asking Alexandria?” I asked but in reality I knew exactly what they were.

“Yep, feel free to hug me. Or kiss me.” Max whispered the last bit but I could hear him, I decided to ignore it.

“Come here you amazing person.” I said standing up and holding my arms out for him, he embraces me and I feel him let out a deep breath.

Max hands me one of the tickets and I slid it into my bag.

“Okay right, we are going now.” I spoke to Scar and Max just as the bell went and the school piled out of the dinner hall and into their form rooms.

So hi! Let me introduce myself. I am Hannah Jackson. My birthday is May 9th and I was born in 2000. The date today is 6th June 2014 and tickets to BVB come out today. I live in a small place called Pateley Bridge and I live with both my parents. My brother lives here too with his wife and daughter. I have a dog and a bad past. My life is not the worst but not the best.

I arrived at my form room and sat in my seat in the back corner.

“Okay register so everyone shut up.” Our form tutor spoke up making a few of the form laugh.

Sir took the register and the day carried on to bore me to death.

*home time*

“SCAR!” I screamed as Scar ran towards me and we hopped on the bus.

“When we get to yours, we are getting those tickets.” Scar said with a very serious look.

“Okay.” I smiled.

We listened to our music until we got home.

I walked through the door and Scar ran past me to my room.

“Hi mum! When is dad getting back?” I shouted to my mum, I never know where in the house she is but if I scream loud enough she will hear me, my theory always works.

“Around 6!” she shouted back and I went to go find Scar.

“Booked!” she shouted as I walked into my room. Scar had a thing about doing things straight away… she always forgets things.

“Already? I mean seriously.” I asked slightly laughing at her eagerness.

“Yeah, I’m positive that we will enjoy this.” Scar laughed and then turned my laptop off and put it on the side.

I clicked on twitter and sent out a tweet

ToxicMelodybvb: if anyone can see this right now... errrrrrrr hi? :3 #sociallyawkward #dyingisthelatestfashion #darling #whatisgoingon? #bands #creepypasta

I sent the tweet and carried on with jamming to Fall Out Boy on the docking station.

“Put on your war paint! The war is won before its begun” I sang as we listened to Phoenix.

We sang and danced around my room until my mum called us down for tea. Scar spent most of her time here because she had one older sister and one younger brother who she hates. Her family is a little weird, her sister likes one direction and Miley Cyrus, in my opinion some 1D songs are okay but others are fucking disgusting and irrelevant.  Her brother likes Justin Bieber and Lil Wayne… I don’t even have words to describe his taste in music. Scar couldn’t be more different to her family. Her parents were like the head cheerleader and football star at school and her brother and sister are exactly that as well… following in their parent’s footsteps and then there is Scarlett, stepping outside the lines and breaking the rules as she goes. Scar and I are like sisters.

I have dark brown hair with a flippy fringe with very dark brown eyes which turn golden brown in the sun. I have a mini black dot under my pupil and long, thick black eyelashes. My skin tone is extra pale and I am 5’6 and not a twig but not fat. I am in the middle. I can still wear shorts and stuff without having extra, UN -needed fat.

I like black and have no piercings. I am getting some when I am older though, and tattoos. My parents don’t agree with it, but it's not their body being modified.

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Listening To ~ Rosie- Midnight (on the side) 

~ToxicMelody