They Put the Devil in the Rain

Life's Answers In a Set of Headlights

"I prepare for the noble war". The words of Tate Langdon echo in my head as I stole down the hall. I loved American Horror Story. I found I identified, sympathized with Tate Langdon. I enjoyed the imagine of I walking these halls, hair slicked back, done up in skeleton make up. I'd make these fuckers pay with their lives.

The past four years I bore front row witness to my downward spiral. I've been plagued by nightmares, fantasies almost. They go the same way. I walk into school, I stare everyone down and unload a full clip. It usually ends there as I'm awakened in fear, shaking in cold sweats.

The sound of the morning bell wipes such thoughts from my head and I'm in first class. The familiar crowd gather in. I liked art. It was the few classes I could be in where more people were like minded. Only art kids signed up for art. I was an art kid. I planned on having tattoos, I doodled a lot, I never focused much on sports like everyone else. I'd much prefer a pen and notepad over a football.

We all found our seats. I practically had my own reserved seat by the window, way in the back. No one ever sat at my table and I liked it that way.

"Mind if I sit here?". I looked up from my bag to see a girl I'd never seen before. I instantly noticed her blue eyes. Her hair was brunette with bright, cherry red highlights. She wore an All Time Low shirt with black skinny jeans, red chucks and a black, wide brimmed hat

"Not at all"

"Thanks". She sat down. She gave off a nervous demeanor.

"What's your name?"

"Hmm"

"Your name. I don't believe I've seen you before"

"Oh sorry. Haha. I'm Vivien. I'm new here"

"We're you from?"

"Arizona"

"Cool"

"So what's your name?"

"Frank"

"Cool"

She seemed like a really cool person. I learned that we both like bands like My Chemical Romance, Mayday Parade, Tonight Alive, Paramore, Thursday, Nirvana, Pencey Prep, etc. We both really liked bands. Bands are important to me so it's good to know there exists one other person like that too.

The bell ring for next class. I kinda hoped I'd see her again but we didn't have any other classes together except art. Oh well. She still seemed really shy but I knew she'd get over it. They all do. And all end up hanging out with the popular kids.