Permission

Chapter 13

~~First day of school~~

"Wake up!" someone shouted in my ear. I slapped what seemed like a face and they said ow. I opened my eyes and saw my brother grinning while holding his cheek staring at me. "First of all: get your ass up, we have to leave in 45 minutes. Second of all: OW!"

I groaned and sat up. "Okay, okay. Sorry. Get out. Bye. Love you," I mumbled. He chuckled and walked out the door. I got up and grabbed some clothes. I put on my favorite pair of ripped black jeans and an all time low shirt and my black converse. I put in small hoop earrings in my cartilage piercings and plain studs in my earlobes. I applied a tiny bit of eyeliner but other than that I normally don't wear anything else. I left my hair down today because I was too lazy to do anything else. Well I was too lazy most days. But whatever. I've  never been one to care about my looks that much.

I walked downstairs and got some cereal to eat because me and my brother have little to no cooking skills. Mikewas sitting there wearing his typical high school football jersey. I was a little dissapointed because Mikey would always wear a shirt that he actually liked under the jersey. Because he was popular, he had to dress and act like one of those popular douche bags who listen to all rap and treat girls bad and make fun of people. I knew he secretly hated it. He would listen to music like mine, punk, pop-punk, emo, rock, alternative, metal, and similar stuff. 

He looked up from his phone and nodded at me. "I'll drive."

"Yes thank you." I replied. He grabbed the keys and we walked out to the car. When we got in I plugged my phone into the aux and played some good old Green Day. American Idiot came blasting through the speakers and me and Mike screamed the lyrics.

  Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind-fuck America  

I turned it down a little and turned to face Mike.

"Don't be a douche this year." I said. I meant it. He kinda was in our sophomore year. It caused a lot drama for me too. I lost most of my friends that weren't part of my band or friends with my brother. He looked at me and then quickly looked away.

"Yeah I know." he nodded.

"Good." I said. I smiled with relief. I didn't want drama this year. There was plenty enough last year. He hesitated a for a moment or two before he turned the volume up. In the end by linkin park blasted through the speakers. We drove for 10 more minutes until we pulled into Ridgeview High. Some people were walking into the building with excitement in their step and smiles on their faces whileothersz were walking sluggishly with neautral looks on their faces. We parked and He turned off the car.

"NO! YOU JUST COMMITED A CRIME!!" I shouted.

"What? How?" He asked very confusedly. 

"You turned the car off in the middle of I Write Sins Not Tragedies! That is against the law!" He turned it off and didn't let me sit there letting the sweet, sweet, words of Brendon Urie for the last few minutes before all hell broke loose for 180 days.

"It's a good song but it's not a crime," he said opening the car door. I opened it and slammed the door.

"That is a crime. But at least dancings not a crime," (sorry for that cringey pun p!atd fans) I laughed at my own joke. 

"Nooo. I hate puns. That was horrible. You can't be my sister anymore." he groaned.

"You can't disown me. I shared a womb with you." I fake pouted. We were halfway to the sidewalk.

"Fine. If you beat me to the office you can keep being the sister of the awesome quarterback hot sexy boy." I smirked. I started running.

"HEY WAIT UP!" he shouted. I was already on the sidewalk before he started running. I jumped up the stairs 2 a time, dodging in between people. I ran in between Charlotte and Melissa, the two most popular girls. They squealed and dropped their bags. I grinned. That was good. I was almost to the door, Mike was running up the steps. I ran right into a little freshman who walked in front of me. I stumbled backward and before I fell I grabbed onto the kid's backpack. He staggered a little but regained his balance as I pulled myself up. 

"Mia?" asked the kid. It was Jax. He stared at me. I opened my mouth to say something but I saw Mike was almost caught up. I sprinted off.

"Sorry, Jax!" I shouted over my shoulder. A huge group of jocks and cheerleaders stopped in front of the door. Damn it. Move, please. I slowed down hoping that they would move but they didn't. Well, I already hate them. Why would I care if they hate me? I ran through them, pushing and shoving. I must've knocked everything out of their hands. A chorus of angry"heys" and "What the hell"s followed me as I entered the school. I heard another chorus of "heys" happen. My brother burst through the door. Damn it. There went my lead. I was athletic but I wasn't much of a sports person. We were sprinting neck to neck. I pulled ahead the slightest bit. My breath was starting to get jagged. My feet were hurting from my converse. They had literally no feet support. We dodged in and out of people. We were causing a comotion. People were yelling at us and flipping us off but the thrilling feeling made me not care. 

We were 10 feet away. I smiled. I was going to win. I reached my hand out.  A hand grabbed my arm and pulled it away. It was my brother.

"What the fuck!" he pulled me back and touched the office window. I glared at him and he laughed.

"You two are in so much trouble."

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I'm in a really good mood for no reason. I was up all night writing this chapter. Nothing much happened but whatever. Anways, thank you so much for almost 100 votes and over 5k reads :)

q/a

who are your favorite bands/singers?

I personally love Twenty One Pilots, Panic! at the Disco, All Time Low, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Linkin Park, Green Day, and many, many, more. I listen to a lot of music all the time

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