My life (SWS & BVB) *Under MAJOR Editing*

Who are you now¿

Jasmine's p.o.v

Don't wake me up, if I'm sleeping this life away. Tell me that I'll never be good enough sometimes it hurts to think it could really be that way, it won't be that way.....

Erhhh my alarm

That means I have to get up. Why does it have to be Monday?

I slowly drag myself out of bed and over to the full length mirror, what should I wear today? I grab a pair of black skinny Jeans, my Sleeping With Sirens shirt and a load of my band bracelets. Before I found music, I was such a quite easly intimidated person who was afraid of everything but now I have so much more confidence and I always show it. I'm not that little girl anymore, I stand up for myself. I fight for what is right!  I walk over to the bathroom to change, sort out my crazy hair and of course put on my makeup - When it doubt, wing it out. I only actually wear eyeliner and lipgloss, I don't cake my face into a doll like most girls at my stupid high school.
I walk down stairs to a silent home as usual, I guess my parents had to go into work early again. They are never here. I may as well buy a flat for myself, that's how little there here. I pick up a blood red apple, put on my black knee high converses and plug in my earphone before walking out the door to the place I call "hell" - high school. Why do we even go, its not like we actually learn anything. Its just a place for people to judge other people on how they look and what they wear.

I know that soon as I enter the gates I will be whispered about. I'm just the weird "emo" bitch that's not afraid to stand up for herself that's why most people hate me now because I no longer can be shoved around like I used to be. I do have a small group of friends though.
We're all the outcasts but we couldn't care, its easier that way... well at least it use to be. I headed straight for my locker and got out the books I need for this boring day.  As normal Faith, Ava and Pixie were waiting beside my locker.

The stupid bell chimed loudly signalling that's it's registration. We decided where we would meet later and went our separate ways. This leaves me walking alone which I don't really mind. I'm used to it, it's actually quite nice once you get used to it. As I walk down the hall, I run straight into the popular jocks. I can't stand them, they always get away with everything because there family's basically run this place with all there money. The feeling of hate was mutual, they hated me especially the leader Riley. I tried to walk away quietly so no trouble would start this early in the morning. For fuck sake it's only Monday, I can't be bothered for a fight but of course the world decided not to be nice to me because as soon as I try to turn Riley starts yelling at me. I may be confident and all but everyone knows not to start a fight with them even though I always do. Im not a punching bag anymore that people can just use whenever they feel like it and if I have to prove that every day for the rest of my life I will. They act like such girls anyway so it's really not that hard to show them up but a group of guys against one girl is slightly a uneven battle don't you think.
Well here goes nothing...

Riley's  p.o.v
As usually me and the rest of the football team skipped registration. No one would try to stop us anyway. They know not to cross us because they will regret it - our parents might as well own the school, the amount of money they provided it. Plus we have way to much on them, like our Maths teacher is an alcoholic and always drunk when he comes in, as long as he gives us high marks and lets us skip then we wont tell everyone his little secret.
We were discussing the next football match when the "little girl" came around the corner. She may of changed her looks and acts all confident with her emo music but she will forever be a weak little girl easy to torment you just need to know what buttons to push. I saw her try to walk away out of the corner of my eye but that's not going to happen. She's so infuriating, like why the hell would you want to listen to people scream anyway. And her outfits are always so bloody dark. She brings this on herself for being such a fucking freak. How is it so hard to just fit in with everyone else? Plus that new confidence of hers does her no favours.

"Hey freak, were do you think your going. Come over here"

"No thanks, I'd rather not"

"Did she just answer back to us. How many times do I have to tell you freak, you do as we say and there's no issue. You try to get smart and well that's a hole over story..."