A Faded Memory

10//Something New

"They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me they could care less as long as someone'll bleed so darken your clothes or strike a violent pose maybe they'll leave you but not me!" My phone screams.

"Ugh," I groan as my alarm slowly gets louder in my ears, headbanging to the tune a little.

As I'm about to turn the damned thing off my door bursts open.

"Turn that demon of a thing off before I slap some sense into you," Mackenzie growls violently.

I take that as my cue to turn it off, man it was a really good song too. 

"I guess there really is a time and a place for good music," I mumble. As soon as it's off, Mackenzie sees herself out of my bedroom.

I pull myself up and out of the warmth and comfort of my bed as the door clicks shut. 

"Seven days," I whisper under my breath. I walk into the ensuite and brush my hair up into a makeshift messy bun before heading down for breakfast.

The sweet smell of fresh fruit and yoghurt parfait fills my lungs as I walk into the dining room for breakfast. I take my place at the table and start to dig in. The contents of my bowl was long gone before the others had even started their meals.

"You can thank me later," my sister winks as I excuse myself from the table to put my dishes in the dishwasher.

"Why thank you for your excellent breakfast choice dear little sister," I say, curtsying mid-sentence. Of course she bursts out laughing at my acting skills.

"Oh shut up will you?" I say, shoving her shoulder slightly. 

"Hmm, let me think about your offer for a moment. No," she says, rather bluntly. 

I simply shrug it off and head back upstairs to my humble abode, my bedroom to get ready for the day that lies ahead of me. 

Shower time, I think so. I can't afford to have my family's reputation slowly diminish because I missed something as simple as a shower. 

"Bring Me The Horizon, Escape The Fate or My Chemical Romance?" I ask myself.

"MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!" My sister screams.

"Thanks," I mutter. My Chemical Romance it is then. 

While the shower heats up, I get my phone reconnected to my surround-sound Bluetooth shower speakers. We'll start off with one of the few songs that's bonded me and Mackenzie. Formally known as Teenagers. 

I step in as the opening verse is sang.

"They're gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books. To make a citizen out of you.

Because they sleep with a gun, and keep an eye on you, son so they can watch all the things you do," lead singer, Gerard Way sings.

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"All together now! Teenagers scare the living shit out of me. They could care less, as long as someone'll bleed. So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose. Maybe they'll leave you alone. But not me!" I'm practically screaming as I sit at the red light with a slight head banging going on as I wait for the lights to change. 

I drive around the carpark almost completely mindlessly waiting for a park to open up for me. 

"About time, I've only been driving laps around this carpark for what? 10 minutes already," I mutter to myself as Diamonds Aren't Forever by Bring Me The Horizon plays in the background.

I park my beautiful green and matte black Lamborghini in the free space and take the keys out of the ignition before grabbing my black, quilted Chanel handbag to my left, off the passenger seat. I lock the car and continue my trip to the tattoo and piercing parlour. 

I decide on a tongue piercing because it's one if the few that isn't banned with the schools ridiculous policies. Not that I'm pussy or anything, it's just I'm not up for the arguments on photo days and as a bonus, it's a hidden distraction in those boring classes. 

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As the needle goes in, I'm internally screaming every word that is considered profanity under the sun. I make an attempt to distract myself by bringing my right and left hands in and out of a fist motion. 

A nearby worker looks over in my direction sympatheticly.

"Breathe in and out with me sweetie," the man instructs. He continues this breathing exercise with me through the rest if the piercing process. 

My breathing is soon in control once again. I mentally send my thanks to whoever is up above.

"And... Done!" The piercer exclaims, happily. I can pretty much guarantee that she's happier than me about the now finished piercing job. Man, I haven't even got a chance to see it so things could change like that.

I find the will to pull myself out of the chair, struggling a little due to the heat making me stick to the chair. Once I'm up and have my bag over my shoulder, I pretty much race to the mirrors to check it out. Pure excitement fills my system as I see it. I go to the front desk and tap my card to pay so I can leave to get lunch. 

As I get into my car I'm already thinking about what I'm going to go buy myself for lunch. Something soft obviously. 

"That's it! Starbucks!" I squeal happily, "I absolutely love Starbucks!" Well there we go, decision made.

With being in a thriving town like mine, you should prepare to get stuck in traffic. A lot of traffic, and often. I can't wait to finally have my lunch, I'm starting to get hungry if you couldn't already tell. My stomach growls to confirm this.

I climb out of my car to go grab some lunch, because I am officially starving. I lock my car as the scent of coffee and cakes drags me towards the café. I'm going to shake things up a little and get something away from my typical Starbucks order. I usually get a caramel frappuccino and a cinnamon swirl, but today I'm going to get the  chai frappuccino and the dutch apple cake.