6:30. My alarm rings. Damn it's the first day. My last year of college in third was a disaster, I was fired. Now here I am in high school, brothel, high school. I feel like I'm still in kindergarten. Even if kindergartens do not treat themselves to a swatter at lengths of days ... No matter, it's a new place, with new people so I tell myself that anyway it can never be worse than last year . Numb, I get up from my bed and walk to the bathroom. My mouth is pasty, my eyes refuse to open completely. On the floor, my electric bass is still connected, in the middle of a jumble of Star Wars figures, lunchboxes, torn pictures and green, pink, orange and black dresses. I open the bathroom door and close behind me, I go to the mirror: I look like shit, my shaggy dreadlocks fall into my eyes, my eyes are filled with black makeup the night before and my mouth full of burgundy lipstick. Good facelift, i remove my eyes and my mouth and my mouth and cap my pink and green dreads with my hands. I spread my mouth with black lipstick (it's back anyway ...) and applies purple on my eyes with a line of black eyeliner. It feels a little bit better. I put on a green dress and pink tights and my black platform boots. I go out of the bathroom and catch my backpack that sat in the hallway in front of my room. My mother is downstairs and seems to be doing the dishes. It will open quietly the door and spin at no wolf if I want to escape his usual sarcasm. I go down the stairs, past the kitchen, phew ... The hardest is over. But as I was about to open the door :
- << Here you are! My God Twiggy, are not you tired of dressing like a swatter ?!
- It's good coward me I'll be late!
- You do not know how much I would like you to look like a normal boy ! Jesus would cry if he saw you like that !
- I'm starting from your Jesus !! LASTING ME FUCK !! >>
Shit, the word of too much and Zplaf, the slap. I rub my sore cheek and violently open the door that I slap behind me. I can hear her let out a swearword from the porch. But no matter, there comes a time when I have nothing to fuck. I see the shape of the yellow bus appear in the distance, so I run to a stop to get it. The doors open, the driver stares at me and I sit in a corner at the bottom of the bus. A bunch of assholes are laughing at me, but I do not care, I'm used to it. Since I was little, I have always had long hair and I always wanted to put on dresses and put on make-up, which devastated my dear mother. Other children can be so cruel ... But hey, now it does not matter to me anymore. I sit at the seat and look at the landscape still asleep, the sky is gray, a morning sky, in short. A few blocks away, a sign is planted near the road : Heritage Christian School. It's here. Damn, it'll be stiff I feel it. The bus stops and the doors open. The students come down, there are tiny college kids, high school students who look like gorillas, and there's this makeup guy wearing a green dress and pink tights, he has pink and green dreadlocks, he is skinny. Everyone stares at this little guy lost in front of a high school of radicals, like a monster. Shit, it's me. There is a bridge that seems to lead to high school, so I walk forward and start walking. I take my headphones out of my bag and the Deep Purple's Smoke on the water melody gives me courage. Let's go.
💊 ( POV de Manson) 💊
I open my eyes, it is 6:20. Lazy. But I have to go. I get out of bed and sit for a moment on the mattress watching my bedroom brothel: My guitar litter on the ground like shit, PVC stockings drag everywhere, piles of heavy metal CDs threaten to collapse. Lunchboxes containing my dope of poor quality, posters of Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Alice Cooper adorn my room which is a real dump. Half-smoked, half-smoked pills and questionable cocaine sachets adorn the smashed carpet. My parents are back in two weeks, I have time. I'll put away tomorrow, or the day after, or in a week. I never mind. I feel like it's going to be hard. I open my chest of drawers and pick up black PVC pants and a black Twin Peaks t-shirt. Then I go to the bathroom and miss the cat of my father who took up residence on the landing of the door, "Dirty stupid animal ..." I advance to the mirror and of course ... I look stoned. Maybe I forced a bit on the Jeam Beam stolen the day before yesterday from my grandmother. Maybe, but I have my reasons, it's back to school and I know that for me, school has never been a place of serenity. I will go back to the second, I hope that people will have lost a bit of stupidity during the summer. I start by brushing my teeth because my mouth is a sweet mixture of alcohol, fumette, and peanuts. The smell to forget ... But hey, avoid being summoned from the first day. I brush my long straight black hair, then I put on my top and my black pants. I put my ring back on the lip and lightly makeup my junky eyes. I look one last time my reflection ... it goes ... we go there. I grab my black backpack with patch of underground bands and go down the stairs four to four. I open the front door and close behind me. Everything is fine, there is never any sun in the morning. We can go.
I walk to the bus stop and wait. I put my headphones in my ears and the song F * ck like a Beast from WASP screams in my ears. The bus arrives, stops, I go up and ignores the driver who details me. I sit down as usual. A few blocks later, Alice Cooper's Poison Melody comes out of my thoughts, the bus stops in a neighborhood I do not know. The doors open and a skinny guy returns. Time seems to have stopped when his eyes met my eyes. He wears a green dress, pink tights, he has pink and green dreadlocks and is made up with burgundy on the lips ... Wow ... Fuck he is superb. Damn I can not look at anything but him, he seems not to have seen me. Whew, I had to have a trickle of slime that had to come out of my mouth. He's going to sit in a corner of the bus, a little further than me. I did not stop fixing it all the way, luckily he could not see me. I prayed secretly for him to be in the second class and a miracle makes us find ourselves in the same class. Shit, I never wanted so hard to meet someone in my all life. Well man, calm down, if it is, it does not even come down to the same stop as you ... no, it's impossible, hope gives life. Moments later, I see the sign of what is supposed to be my new high school: Heritage Christian School.
Damn, but what is this shit ... I will still meet with fundamentalists who want to exorcise me. The bus stops, other students come down and ... JOY! The green-robed boy goes down too. I do not have the balls to go see him ... shit I become shy. He looks as lost as I am. I just just walk to the end of the bridge that leads me straight to the radicals. Here, already crosses on girls' necks? But where did I fall ...
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