Misfits

~Chapter Three~

Gravel crunches under my shoes as I continue to walk down the dark alleyway. I should be getting a bad vibe, yet my instincts tell me everything is fine. I do trust Melody and Storm after all. Eventually after following the directions Melody scribbled down on an index card, i make it to a old building.

The building has a colorful amount of spray paint on the side of it, and the steps look like a death hazard. "To a normal person, it just seems like a run down building. For us, it's a place where we don't have to feel so different." I remember Melody describing to me. We met up at the end of the school day. I told her I wanted to go.

Knock twice. For once I remembered something that doesn't need to be written down for me. My knuckles hit the worn wooden door twice, and soon it opens. Loud music instantly floods my ears as I step in. people stand everywhere. Some are holding what appears to be drinks in red Solo cups. Others dance to the band playing the music.

But, whether I want to do any of those things or not, I still have something in common with everyone. We are all different.

Not everyone is lucky enough to be born perfect. Some have flaws. Some, even broken. But these people, we're unfix able. like me. Our only option was the Injection, otherwise none of us would be here right now to enjoy this one place where we truly belong.

"Hey you made it!" Someone shouts behind me. I turn around to see the person that I despise the most at the moment. Barron. He walks towards me with two drinks in his hands. His freckles look even more splattered when he smiles. "Nice here isn't it?" He asks.

"It would be much nicer if I wasn't talking to you right now." I reply coldly. 

"I see you don't like me very much. But I needed to tell Storm and Melody. After all they're usually the ones who help adjust new pupils." Barron says, as if it would justify everything. "I don't care if it was the president you told, you still shouldn't have said anything. I don't like feeling like I don't belong, like a freak." I chime.

"Look, I'm really sorry okay? Can we just enjoy ourselves? Besides which, your not the only one who feels like a freak here. My mom is a Gypsy for crying out loud! As if my telekinesis and mind reading weren't bad enough!" Barron exclaims loudly. 

"Whatever." I say, and then I walk off. I squeeze through the group of people talking in front of me, and make it to where the band is playing. Usually I'm not one who listens to heavy metal, but they sounded pretty good. Perfect actually. The guitar and drums were in perfect sync with the main singer.

Eventually, I'm able to squeeze through everyone on the dance floor, and head to the front. Oh my god. Melody is singing while also on guitar, another girl is on bass, and storm is on drums. Who would have guessed?

Soon, they end the song, and Melody yells out, "We love you all! This was the Black Rose Kiss playing, and we'll see you all tomorrow!" Then, they exit the stage. Everyone is applauding. "Yep they're pretty well known here as well for their amazing band. Yet, for some reason they insist on only showing their full talent here and never preform anywhere else." Barron says right behind me.

"Would you please stop following me!" I yell in frustration. Does he have anything better to do than stalk the new girl?

"I really wish I could, but I can't. Melody's orders." Barron replies with a sly grin.

"Well, at least make it to where I won't notice you follow me." I tell him. 

"Fine. Only if your nice." Barron replies.

I decide there is no point in arguing so, I walk over to the counter where they serve the drinks. Two guys are already sitting there, so I sit on the stool to the far right. The barista walks towards me, cleaning a glass with white dishcloth. She has beautiful dark skin, almost like chocolate, and thick blonde curls that reach all the way to her mid back. 

"What would you like? We just got in the new order of Raspberry Jam Slushies that has been highly requested by many people." She says with a cheery smile. 

"I'll just take that." I reply. after she leaves, Barron hops on the stool next to mine. "I know we agreed I wasn't supposed to talk to you, but did you know that their chocolate milkshakes here are the best?" Barron adds.

"I don't like milkshakes." I say nervously.

"What? Then you clearly haven't tried Eliza's. She makes the best!" Barron says, looking genuinely happy this time.

I just nod. It's not that I don't care, It's just that I'm not good at finishing conversations. I know it's stupid, but I've never been much of a talker. 

"All right one Raspberry Jam Slushie ready for consumption!" The girls says, holding my order.

As I take my drink Barron speaks up. "Eliza did you know that Ashlyn here doesn't like Milkshakes!?! Why would anyone not like them?"

At this point Barron is annoying the crap out of me. So, I get out of my stool and yell, "Hey Barron! Did you know Storm thinks your cute?"

Then I walk off. Something tells me Barron didn't follow me the rest of my time at the club.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES~

Chapter three. (Claps for my own self.) But, actually I'm pretty proud of this chapter.

Also, if you ever see any spelling Errors or grammar issues, please comment so I can fix it. Unfortunately I'm too lazy to edit my own work.

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