Fashionably Late (Ronnie Radke)

Chapter 1 - Hell

I shove my headphones into my ears as I walk out of my classroom. Last period of the day. Thank God. I didn't know how much more I could take today. Where do I begin. Oh yes. The start of the day.

My alarm didn't go off this morning, causing me to be even later than I am every day. I skipped breakfast, but that was nothing new. I hadn't realized how late I was until I ran through the empty hallways and up to room 108, history, and walked into a completely silent classroom except for the jerks in the back who were goofing off. As I made my way to my seat, I heard scoffing and my name being used negatively. I quickly shot them the middle finger before the teacher could turn around and give me a detention slip. Luckily, she didn't.

I sat down and opened my notebook, filled with song lyrics and quotes that spoke to me. Most people would call it a waste of time but to me, it was almost... an escape. I was happier when I was writing my favorite songs, by my favorite bands. I would say that my favorite band is Falling in Reverse, but I also like Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sirens, Mayday Parade, and bands like those. But there is just something about Falling in Reverse... I feel like I can connect with them.

When that class was over, I headed to math then science. Those classes were okay... I mean, I'm no genius but they were pretty easy to me.

Between classes, I like to listen to songs. Right as the bell rang, I would place my headphones in before putting my books away. That seemed more important to me than geometry. As I walk down the hall, I constantly have to turn up the volume because of obnoxious teenagers. Here and there I would get hit with a paper ball, but it was my fault for 'walking into it.' I just ignore it and keep going because I don't have time for illiterate bastards in high school.

Then comes lunch. Most peoples favorite part of the day. Food and no studying. But it's not so fun when you have nowhere to sit because your 'friends' filled your seat with a replacement. It's also not fun if you have an eating disorder. Like I do. I normally don't eat, but when I do, it comes back up. I have bulimia. So I sit in the corner of the outdoor lunch room and listen to the music that makes me happy.

After that I have a few more classes, then I'm far away from hell a.k.a school.

But today, there was a bump in the road.

While onto my last class, I got stopped by some people. Now most people are afraid of these types of people. Popular, not-so-smart, pretty bitches. But, I ignore them because why would I want to get involved with that kind of hot ass mess. This time, insults were thrown at me. Insults like 'kill yourself'. But, I've gotten worse words and phrases shoved down my throat before so I turned up my volume, which was pretty obvious. So obvious that they noticed and tugged my headphones out of my ears which resulted in me squealing at the unexpected pain. They laughed and walked into the class. Throughout the lesson, my chair was being kicked and crumpled up papers were being tossed in my direction, hitting the back of my head.

Now, I'm on my way home. Home sweet home. I wish I could say that and mean it. My parents are never home. And when they are, we don't speak. Only yell. It's very one sided. I'm usually the one crying in the end and they are usually the ones drinking.

Music is my real home.

Music is my escape.

Music is me.