Killjoy Family

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The brisk autum air hit me like bricks as I stepped out of my small suburban New Jersey apartment. I pulled my hoodie up and bared through it, marching down the steps and walking to school.

It was Friday of the first week I had been at Belle View High, and it went horribley. There were barely any "normal" kids there, or at least people I could relate too. No one else looked like me or had the same music taste, except for these four guys that always sat in the back of the class dressed in black. 

My hair was deep chocolate brown with bright blonde highlights, and had a slight fringe to it. I always put on heavy black eyeliner, slutty racoon eyes as my step-mom called it. I only had band t-shirts and skinny jeans, followed by my classic black converse. 

I guess my look is a little "emo" but I like it. But it's not like anyone other then me does. The populars have been picking on me daily, actually turning viloent the other day.  There were several bruises on my stomach and some scars on my face, but nothing too serious.

No one saw, and I intend to keep it that way.

I approached the huge brick building and turned my iPod on to shuffle, listening to whatever came on.

I noticed some of the jocks and the groupies gathered around someone's car. Every girl seemed to lean on Drake, the biggest ass of them all. His girlfriend Emily was always at his side, smirking at everyone who walked past.

I kept my head down and walked faster, not wanting to get stopped.  When I was a safe distance away I looked behind to see Emily's eyes already upon mine. We made eye contact for a second before I looked away and went to my locker.

The late bell rang just as I opened it and I sighed in frustration. I continued getting my books in my bag when I heard high heeled steps brhind me. I already knew who it was.

My hand messed with the lock hastily before I turned away, hoping to go to my late class in peace.

"Not so fast, emo." Emily's cold voice echoed through the hall. I stopped but didn't turn around. The steps approached me.  Soon her head peered over my shoulder, her breath tickling my ear.

"Why so late, hm?" She asked. "I asked you a question, whore!" She said grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around to face her.

"Fucking answer me, bitch!" She said slapping me and pushing me to the ground. My eyes opened for a brief second to find another hazel pair staring at me from around the corner. I quickly shut my own in pain as she kicked me in the ribs. 

"Hurts, doesn't it whore?" She said crushing her heel into my stomach, causing me to scream quietly in pain.

She stepped off me and admired her work.

"See you around, slut." And with that her heels clicked down the hall. I clutched my stomach and rockde back in fourth in the fetel postition. I let the tears fall silently and tried not to wail.

"You okay?" A small voice whispered from above me. I opened my eyes to see the same hazel pair staring back at me.  I gave him a sarcastic look.

"Stupid question, I know." He knelt beside me and helped me up. "Sorry I couldn't stop it. She had no right to do that." He gave a half hearted smile.

"Can you stand?" He asked giving me his hand. I took it and made a wobbly approach of standing. I lost my balence for a second but he steadied me.

"I'll take you to the nurse." He said wrapping an arm around my waist for support.

"Thanks." I choked out.

"No problem. Anytime. I'm Gerard. Gerard Way."

"Becky. Becky Nailing. I'm new." I smiled.

"I've noticed you around. Don't worry no one's popular by being themselves."

"Pfft. Tell me about it." He chuckled. Soon we were at the nurse. He left me at the door.

"So, my friends and I have an extra seat at lunch. Do you wanna like-" He began rambling but I cut him off.

"Sure. Thanks so much for walking me here." I smiled and walked into the office.

"Welcome. See you at lunch, Becky."

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I got back to class in second period math. I sat in the back where I normally sat, there was no assigned seats. 

Suddenly a boy sat in the seat next to me. He had short black hair with a fringe to the side, and deep brown eyes. He noticed me staring.

"Can I assist you?" He inquired laughing lightly.

"No, I just- like your t-shirt!" I lied gesturing to the Iron Maiden logo.

"Sure..." He said sarcastically. I scoffed. "I'm Frank." He stuck out a hand.

"Becky." I said shaking it. 

"Oh, you're the new girl." 

"Yeah." I said  growing impatient of the term.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked his eyes noticing the scar on my cheek.

"Yeah, I, uh, tripped, this morning. Yep." I lied.

"Was it Drake?" His words echoed through my head. How did he know?

"No, that bitch Emily." I said rolling my eyes and remembering. 

"It's okay, hun. Those kids don't like different." He gave a half smile. I half smiled back. 

"Hey, uh, me and my friends have an open seat at lunch, do you wanna, maybe-"

"Sorry. I already took a lunch offer." I said giving him a sad look.

"With who?"

"Gerard and his friends."

"Oh. Then you are sitting with me at lunch. Gerard is my best friend." He said smiling. I laughed and turned back to class.

I was doodling monsters in the corner when I felt a pencil hit my shoulder. 

 I turned to see Frank smirking at me, gesturing to a note on the floor. I sighed and picked it up.

His number was written in messy writing, followed by a note-

Call me anytime ;)

I chuckled under my breath and put the note in my bag.

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