Devils Choir

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I'm burning down every bridge we made

I'll watch you choke on the hearts you break

I'm bleeding out every word your said 

Go to hell for heaven's sa.........


Slamming my hand down on my alarm I sighed, I didn't want to go school today; I hated the fact that we moved during the summer holidays it just means I have to make new friends go to a new school. Well it might be a new start, now one liked me at my old school; maybe just maybe I will make some friends at this school.

Stretching I fling my covers off and get up heading to the bathroom scratching my head, I had a quick shower and brushed my teeth; grabbing my clothes I dressed quickly. I get called emo but I wear pastel clothes and I love them. Pulling  my jumper sleeves over my hands I smiled, I love over sized jumpers or hoodies as they cover the most skin which is perfect.

Platting my  in a fish tail I put my beanie on and grab my skateboard, phone, headphones and school bag running downstairs. I don't want breakfast so I open the door and turn to yell my goodbye. 

"Bye mum I'm off to school!" I wait but get no response, of course not she came home late at night fucked a guy  the rest of the night and morning. I placed my skateboard down and put my headphones on playing some Price the Veil; riding off to school I took deep slow breaths trying to get air to my lungs. My mum had decided that I needed a lesson before going out to find her self a toy for the night, she liked kicking my ribs as it was covered most the time. 

Reaching the front gates I hope off my skateboard and pick it up, the building was old fashioned and very big; bigger then my old school. I slowly walk in and head to the receptionist. Though we moved during summer I didn't get a place in this school till a month after it started, so I needed to get my schedule. "U-umm excuse m-me" I stuttered. God damn it I hate when I'm nervous my stutter comes out a lot more when I'm nervous.

The receptionist looked up from her a computer a small smile on her face she turned in her chair facing me properly. "You must be Cathlyn, I'm Mrs Roberts I'm guessing you want your schedule?" She asked tilting her head slightly, I simply nodded analyzing her face; she has bright blue eyes and her lips are very plump and kissable. Holding out a piece of paper she smiled again, "this is your schedule, now first lesson has started but you're new so it's okay that you're a little late." She spoke rather quickly probably as a sign for me to hurry along.

I took it and bowed slightly out of habit before hurrying down the hall my eyes quickly glancing over the number on my schedule to the numbers above the doors; finally coming across my classroom. I take a deep breath and knock on the door, hearing a faint come in I open the door and walk in to the teacher. 

"Would you like to introduce yourself?" He asked more though I knew I had no choice. Turning to the class I looked up slowly and smiled, "h-hello my name is Cathlyn b-but I p-pr-prefer Cat." I spoke my stutter getting worse and worse. "I like pastel clothes and I'm a lesbian." I stated, better to get it out now then nether; oh what a mistake that was.

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