Disasterology

Chapter 1: The black parade

         Monday started like any other day in the northwest. Grey. The sky, the buildings, the ever falling rain and the people. Grey. But I couldn’t complain, I liked living in Washington it suited me. I had an hour before I had to be out the door and walking to school, so I slept in for forty more minutes, complete bliss. Eventually I had to get up to the call of my final warning alarm. Fuck. I went straight for my stereo, looked threw some bands on my iPod and chose august burns red. Nothing like heavy metal to get your day started. I picked up a pair of black skinny jeans off the floor, probably dirty. I picked out a random shirt from my drawer, probably dirty. I sank down in front of my vanity mirror and attempted to make my face look less disgusting, to no avail. A thick layer of black around small grey eyes, ridiculously pale skin and a pig nose. Shit. “As good as it’s going to get” I said to myself. I grabbed my iPod and out the door I go, skipping breakfast like usual. A fifteen minute walk with the enticing sounds of double bass drums pounding inside my ears.

                I got to school before anyone interesting was there. Scratch that someone interesting was there, just not the kind of interesting I had in mind. Across the way from me was a boy by the name of Tyler, my lovely little stalker. He had been in love with me sense sixth grade and I can’t imagine why. I wasn’t much to look at and as I have stated before I have an abundance of problems. But to Tyler I was a goddess. Then the cat-calls started. Damn. “Hey sexy. Looking fine today. Fuck girl, your ass in those tight jeans mmm!” then he got his friends involved. “Don’t pay any attention to him darling, it’s me you want!”

                Just turn away and ignore them. But first, flip them off.

“Is that a threat or a promise!?!?”

                Figure it out fuck face. I turned away, just to see the most amazing thing that has ever graced my presence. And his name, which I soon found out, was Carter Owens. Tighter skinny jeans then mine, red toms just like mine, Dark brown hair that hung in front of his eyes, which were a piercing green and yellow mix and best of all a pierce the veil shirt, just like the one I had at home. My favorite band plastered across the chest of my favorite kind of boy. Good job Alex you have found someone to stalk now just stay in the shadows and hope to god he never notices you exist, because to him you don’t and you never will.

                That’s when he looked over at me. Fuck. And started walking closer. Fuck! And then he smiled at me. FUCK!

“I fucking love you shirt! Asking Alexandria is like the best band ever! I’m sorry you must think I’m a freak for just coming up too you I just . . . love that band” his voice was like silk.

“oh haha no it- it’s totally fine I errr- I love them too . . . well I mean that’s why I’m wearing the shirt- I mean duh you knew that cause yeah I mean- yeah umm. . . pierce the veil is my favorite band.” I rushed the last sentence and shut my mouth. So smooth Alex, how can you possibly still be single?

“Yeah mine too!” he looked so happy he would burst . . . but in the cutest puppy dog like way.

“Aha co--- cool” smooth as a cactus.

                He sat next to me and we talked until school started. He must have apologized thirty times before the bell rang for coming up so randomly. I tried to assure him it was fine but he persisted that I must have thought he was crazy. He said that he had just moved to the” Couve” from Milwaukee Oregon. He said he didn’t think he’d meet anyone cool at all because he’d heard such bad things. Most of them were true.

                School had been in session for about a month now and everyone walked around like a robot. High school tended to be like that, I don’t know why I thought my junior year would better than any other. First period, everything completely normal. My friend Sidnee leaned over in her chair and gave me a look that made me wonder if I was on fire.