chapter 2

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chris POV

Why did my Mom and my crazy awful Step-Dad have to make my life so hard and move to a differant country. They are always trying to torture me. Moving means two thing no friends and being the new kid and i doubt anyone will be friends with an emo kid like me. Well I will have to try and keep my feelings about this inside me.

I quickly look at the clock and see I have 20 minutes to get ready to go to my new school. " great. just great." I then put on a Black Veil Brides shirt and black skinny jeans. I then go to the bathroom to brush me teeth and comb and straighten my hair. I go out of the bathroom and grab a piece of toast and walk out the door but just before I reach the door my step-dad stop me."have a good day at school you little emo faggot" he smiles. "fuck you" I say as I run out the door. I pop in my head phones and listen to you only live once by suicide silence. (a/n rip Mitch lucker) 

As I arrive at my new school everyone stares at me. " stupid preps" i think to myself as i pass them wanting to flip them off then reist. I got to the office and get my list of all the classes I have and a map of the school. I look at the list and see I have history so I quickly go to the class trying not to draw any attention to myself as I go to my class and hear whispers behind me. There just people calling me emo and other shit like that. I enter the class and sit down and just keep listening to music.

I wait a couple minutes then I look up and see the most beautiful girl I have seen in my life. we both look each other in the eye. I give her a smile and a wave because she is wearing a Bring me the horizon shirt which is so awesome. She walks up to me and sits beside me.

" Hey, I like your shirt" I tell her hoping she speaks to me.

" Thanks, I like your too." she says and gives me a shy smile.

" My name's Chris" I smile.

" I'm crystal" she smiles back. wow! she is beautiful.

{ well sorry I dont update a lot I get busy with school a lot and babysitting and trying to be social with others}

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