Jenna's POV-
I woke up at 6:45 to the sound of my music still quietly coming out of my phone next to me. I sat up, not really aware of what happened last night, or this morning. I swung my legs over the bed and rubbed my eyes. My hoodie was thrown over the chair at my desk, my jeans were on the floor, and my backpack full of spray paint was up against the wall. I sighed, remembering I had helped some little kid out with his paint can last night since I heard him grumbling from a street down from the bypass. I ran my hands through my hair. I didn't have much, but it got all floofy in the morning. Then again, wearing a hood at night when I go out doesn't help. I stood up and grabbed clothes from my dresser. A black v-neck shirt, black skinny jeans, and a flannel (that I buttoned up over my shirt) that was red and black with the word "REJECT" on the back. I also decided on my combat boots just because they were more comfortable than any of my other shoes. I went into the bathroom, took a shower, did all of the necessities, and got dressed. I ran downstairs and grabbed my school book bag. I went over to the cabinets and grabbed two granola bars and left the house. I got on my skateboard, opened one of the granola bars, put my earbuds in, and went to school.
I got to school and hid my skateboard in it's normal area with the rest of the "hey I'm emo" kids skateboards. We had to hide them because once one of the sophomores skateboards got snapped in half by one of the football players. They started laughing at him and stared yelling that he was a fag. So all of us (as in emo kids. Rejects as I'll say) pitched in and bought him a new one. And ever since then we've had a new hiding spot for all of ours. I walked around to the front of the school where it basically looks like your average teen movies. Where football players are throwing a football around, cheerleaders are checking them out, popular non-cheerleaders are in a circle gossiping, weird kids all in a row on their phones, and then the Rejects riding their skateboards around. I took my earbuds out just so I could listen to the gossip girls talk trash on other people. I walked into the school, only to be greeted by the mean half of the cheerleaders. "Well, well, well. What do we have here girls?" I rolled my eyes, I didn't even know these girl's names. All they did was stop me at random times each day just to taunt me. "Looks like one of those fags that needs to be taught a lesson," said one of the girls to the head cheerleaders right. The girl on the head cheerleader left says, "That's why she's here at school, dummy. That's why alllll of us are here." The two other girls rolled their eyes. "Go back to the trash where you belong," they all started yelling as I walked down to the art room. That was one of the two rooms in this school that made me feel actually safe. The other one being the yearbook/newspaper room. The door swung open before I even touched the doorknob with an angry student screaming at the teacher about some assignment that they turned in that she put as missing. They shoved me out of the way, and stormed down the hall. I slowly walked into the room, where Mrs. Christensen was running her hands through her hair. "The only reason it's missing is because you turned it in late, didn't tell me, and then when I did find it, there was one one of the three things that needed to be there was actually there," she said. I chuckled, "Don't feel too bad. It'll show on their final grade." She signed, and took me into the back room to grab my project. "Here, since I take it this is what you'll be working on this hour," Mrs. C said. "As always," I responded. It was a canvas, with "Stay Alive" written in big bubble letters, like the ones I use when I spray paint. I got the paints out and poured it out onto a pallet. I plopped myself down onto one of the stools and started painting.
After Art came English, which nothing really interesting ever happens. After English came Science, which we were dissecting insects which isn't that much fun. Except for all of the preppy girls gagging and screaming about how gross it was. After that, was lunch. In which I got my usual turkey sandwich and went and sat out on the bleachers with the rest of the Rejects. Cheerleaders never REALLY ate anything because "they can't gain any weight." So they were out practicing while their football boyfriends were watching them. Some of the boys were yelling at all of us calling us "fags" and "trash." Nothing new really, which we didn't care about it anymore. Everyone listened to the same music so we all listened to the Emo Forever radio on Spotify, which was blasting out of one persons phone. Typically it was whosever had the highest battery percentage. As everyone spoke the head of the rejects, Kyle, stood up. "Listen up guys, I have an announcement to make. As of last night, midnight to be exact, I found some of the rival clan on our turf. Spray painting over our areas, skate boarding at our hang out, and actually bashed up my mailbox last night. We need to take back what's rightfully ours." Most of the group was listening, but about 25% wasn't. "We need to go on their turf, sir. We can't just let them disrespect us like that. Psychos can't just come over at us like that," said the sophomore that the football guys bullied.
Yes, they're called the Psychos. And no, we are not going to let them take over our turf.
