Knee Socks that Stop At Her Heel

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Bridgend, Wales. Also known as Suicide Town. There have been 79 suicides in Bridgend.

My mum was scared I was going to hang myself like all the other kids. Please. I’m sticking around for a while just to annoy people. I sit in a small cemetery where a kid hung himself a while back. He was the second suicide. Why am I sitting in a graveyard you may ask?? Because I am Punk Rock I do what I want. I’m not a stupid emo kid moping around whining about how I need to wear my little sisters trousers because my mum took all mine. Fuck that.

I like very little things. I like movies about death, music that makes you shiver, my eggplant coloured 2002 Lexus, and my lighter. Now, that is very odd. I seem to be missing something. Ah yes; my best friends, Leana and Theodora-Ester. I call Theodora-Ester Theo. She likes that name more anyway. Leana (pronounced LENNA) hates her name but can’t quite figure out a nickname. I’ve tried to help her but she doesn’t like any of my suggestions.

“I don’t want you to call me Kar-Kar okay!?!”

I still call her Kar-Kar.

Leana loves to read, write, and smoke. She’s pretty cool. She has wicked awesome style. She is very tall and skinny. She has lovely pale skin thats even paler than Dracula. Theo loves to ride her bike, swim, and study the human body. She loves the human body. She has alright style. Its not my taste but she rocks it.

I suppose I should introduce myself. I am  Ernestine-Nevaeh. I go by Nev. I have kick-ass style and a sick taste in music. I really like the 80s so expect lame things by yours truly. Let’s start from where we left off. Me sitting in a graveyard.
I sit on my great-nana’s headstone, listing to rad music, and painting my nails a deep red colour. My awesome ass gold and black phone stops playing Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd and starts playing my kick-ass ringtone Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. Ugh.

“Nev speaking maybe.”

“Hey Nev baby.”

“Hey Nikolai.”

Nikolai is boy who is 6”5 and likes me. A lot.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come hang out with me and my crew. Smoke some blifs and shit. You in?”

“Maybe Nev doesn’t want to go to this so not kick-ass hang out with a bunch of lame boys who don’t know how to clear their internet history correctly.”

I like talking in third person to piss people off. Shot me.

“Nev just answer the fucking question.”

“Maybe Nev doesn’t take to kindly to being sworn at.”

I literally don’t give a flying fuck.

“Sorry. Nev would you please come hang out with my and my friends?”

“Nev has other plans tonight. Nev thanks you for asking though. Nev is saying goodbye now.”

I don’t have any are you kidding me.

“Wait Nev-”

“NEV SAID GOODBYE.”

I hang up my phone my kick-ass music resuming. I take out my cool as fuck cigarette case that only has three more cigarettes in it. I pull one out and put it in between my dark red lips, lighting it with my really rad lighter. I take a deep breath, the bitter taste filling my lungs and mouth. I exhale, a long stream of smoke pouring out my nose that has a kick-ass septum piercing in it.