Paranormal Disease V2

Chapter 1

"Alex!" I shouted loudly, crossing my arms over my chest, and glaring knives at the boy as he pulled my diary from my pillow, "What kind of person," He paused and looked up, "Keeps their diary under their pillow?" He scoffs, as he fiddles with the lock, "Me. Now gimme!" I whined, as I put my hand out, "Whats the magic word?" He whispered, getting off the bed, as he walked out into the hallway. "Fucking give-me-my-book!?!" I hissed with a large grin, as my cherry red hair fell down over my face, as I followed him into the hallway.
"Nah." He grinned, as he held the book over my head. "Slut." I frowned as I looked up at it, hovering atleast a good foot over my head. "Jump." He grinned, as he stood atleast a foot and half taller than me. "Not happening." I mock, spinning around on my heels, as I face plant into my bed, purposely burying my face in the pillow.
"You're no fun." He whined like a child not getting what he wanted, "Me? Not fun?" I paused, as I looked out from the pillow abit, "Noooo!" I laughed childishly, as my arm dangled from the side of the bed, "Alright there Cher," He snorts, flopping next to me on the bed.


The names Cherry, call me Cher, I'm the usual outcast kid, who doesn't give a fuck what everyone thinks, emo, and depressed.

I get my name from my hair, that is.. Cherry red, it wasn't dyed or anything, my hair is just naturally really red.

Nobody knows how its like that given the fact my parents are blonde, and brown haired, my dad suspects my mom had an affair, and ever since I was born they've never really.. been nice to each other, fighting constantly, the works.

Moving away from my parents; I'm a big nirvana freak, I love everything about them, I know every song, and if you insult them, I will rip your smug face off and shove it up your tight ass.

Where are my manners? Oh wait, I lost those when I lost all my respect for everyone; Humans, I hate them, they're dirty, foolish creatures, who don't understand shit.

Everyone says theres a god, but if there was a god, why would he make us? Why waste all he energy into making racist, homophobic losers.. who spread hate, don't get me wrong, I know there are good people, but all the bad fowl people make it hard for you too see the good.

Thats from my point of view anyway. I have school in the morning, starting 11th grade. It's going to be a bitch, honestly, I hate high school, because the outcasts, get treated like shit, and always will. It's never like those movies, where the outcast is treated badly, but finally in the end they get a good life, no, they don't, once an outcast, always an outcast.
You slice your wrists, and nobody knows, simple as, brave enough to wear a short sleeved shirt? They'll judge you, judge the fuck out of you, and those who 'Care.' are faking it, because they just want to look good.

"Cherry!?" A voice echoed at the end of the hallway, "In here." I say above a whisper, "Hey." Katy  smiled, as she looks around her room her smile fades as she sees Alex.
"Alex." She raises one eyebrow in annoyance, as he ignores her slightly, before I looked at him. "Katy." He smiled innocently at me. "Are you guys coming to the party? It starts in an hour." Katy looks at me, ignoring Alex. "I'm not." I shrugged, as I sat up against my wall. "I'm not going either, couldn't be asked." Alex agrees, as I lean against him.

"You two really suck, okay?" Katy rolls her eyes dramatically, walking out of the room and stomping down the stairs, "LOVE YOU CATS." I scream dryly, as my front door slams. "Somebody's pmsing." Alex says, holding in a laugh, I hit him with my shoulder, as I stare blankly out my window.
"Why doesn't she like you?" I ask, breaking the silence that once filled the room awkwardly, "Because I'm to fabulous for her?" He shrugs as if he honestly meant it. "Totally." I play along, shrugging. "But seriously?" I ask, as I look at him in the eye.

I know he doesnt like it when I do that, quick way to get an answer, no shitting around. "I don't know cher, I'd ask her myself if I didn't get stared down at." He laughs, as sarcasm drips off his voice.
"She's changed, ever since school stared, Alex you have no idea, she was a really nice person before." I frown, as I go back to laying on my bed. "I don't doubt it."  The corners of his lips twitch,  "I'm bored." I wrinkled my nose, as I stared at the  ceiling, "Same." He sighed, laying next to me.
I turned on my side, my arm supporting my head, "Entertain me."
"I don't entertain." He replies, as I stare at him, blinking. "Entertain me." I repeated myself, as I stared at him.

It's been four months, and I've already developed more than a crush on him.
I think I love him.
"No." He grinned,  as I continued to blink. "No!" He whined, as I continued to blink at him, "Stop blinking at me!"
"Never." 
"Why do I always-" I cut him off as I crashed my lips on his, we parted, "I forget what I was saying." He laughed, as I crashed my lips on his again, pulling his shoulders toward me,

"Oh ri-" I was cut off by a loud bang.