...and then i found you.

Chapter 1 ~ The Beginning

Prologue:

Claire had everything she could have ever wanted.... accept for Travis.

She had a jock boyfriend named Nick, her two best friends; Annabella and her favorite half-sister, Patty.

She had the looks to; platinum blonde hair, so bright that sometimes it even looked silver. Icy grey/blue eyes, a mysterious smile on a barely tanned face.

She was good at playing sports, singing, dancing. She had great grades at school, great friends.

You could say she had it all. But Claire was slipping... Her focus was gone, her grades dropped, most of her friends left... She quickly became an outcast.

Nick was an alcohol abuser. He didn't tell anyone it until one day he called Claire while he was drunk. The influence took over. He mentally tortured the poor girl.

One day, her mother grabbed her attention, and knocked some sense into her. Nick and his addiction was gone the next day.

So now... Claire hit rock bottom. She made friends with the social scum; the outcasts, losers, freaks, rejects, etc. She became depressed really fast. Her and Nick became basically enemies. He told everyone that she cheated on him, and everyone turned on her.... Here's her story.

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(~Claire)

Boys. Girls. Men. Women. Trans. Bisexuals. Gays. Lesbians. Homophobes. Preps. Emos. Sluts. Stuck-ups. Mentally Ill. Mentally Sane. All 6,000 of them crammed into one tiny building.

Welcome to High School kiddos!

I was scared shitless on the first day of High School. I mean, really, this day will make or break you for the rest of your life..... I was petrified.

I used to be part of the "IN" crowd... Now I pretty much run the "OUTCASTS" club. FYI: not really a club at all.

Nick was pissing me off again with his "I cant believe you cheated on me" shit. I hope he finds a girl who will use him the. Throw him away like the trash he is.....

Hi, I'm Claire Marie Mills. I'm the scum of the social food chain. Just a 9th grade nobody making my way through life with my half-sister and my best friend...

Haha just kidding what life.

So back to the first day of school; I walk into the massive (at the time) building... I reunited with long lost friends and we swapped summer stories and fears of yet another dreadful school year.

I went through my first day as any other 9th grader would: as painlessly as possible. I met new people... decided where to sit at lunch with friends, learned my classes, tried to remember names, blah blah blah.

Claire, nobody cares.....

oh right...

Second day of school status report: already want to die! Way to go America!

But... Something happed at lunch that I kinda thought was.... not to bad...

Okay so DJ at lunch (this total faggot) asked if his band friends could sit with us. I have to admit, DJ was adorable. So naturally I said sure.

I was drawing on my sketchpad with my charcoal pencils, which I had just recieved for a late birthday present from my Aunt Jane.

That's when he waved over with Travis and John.

John was short, with curly hair and freckles, and huge black nerd glasses. Honestly he reminded me of a pig but whatever.

Travis was tall and thin. He had dark brown hair that was straight and fell across his forehead perfectly. He was the kind of person who was attractive without trying.

They casually strode up to the table and DJ introduced them to Annabella and me. I nodded a hello and looked back down at my sketchpad. I was currently drawing Frank Iero the lead guitarist from the band, My Chemical Romance, and couldn't figure out how to sketch the curve of his cheekbones...

Annabella was chatting up a storm, so i set my book and pencils down on the table, grabbed my black leather backpack, and pulled out my phone and headphones. The phone case was an obnoxiously bright purple, and the headphones were purple and black, but hey, they work just fine.

I fasten my bag closed and plopped it back down on the floor and began savagely tearing at the wirey mess infront of me.

"Let me help you with that," I heard a voice call from across the table. I looked up to see Travis smirking at me. I surrender the headphones to him and turn on my phone. I look back up to see perfectly untangled wires, and a smirking Travis.

"What sorcery is this?" I exclaimed, appalled at the neat and tidy headphones. He mischievously smiled at me and shrugged, turning back to his food after studying me for a few moments, gaping at the perfectly untangled cords.

I snapped myself out of the trancelike state I was stuck in and plugged in my headphones and turned on the music on my phone.

Eminem is God. I don't care what you guys say. He rules all.

Anyways my headphones were in and I began to draw. I decided that since I couldn't master the curve of his cheekbones that i should skip it and draw his ears. The picture that I was using as my modele was papercliped to the top of the page, and in the picture, Frank's hair was slightly covering his ear, so I sketched his ear, then started shading in over the top where his hair casually laid.

My headphones were ripped out of my ear. I looked up, startled and angry at Annabella for doing that. "What do u want A?" I managed to say over her laughing. "Travis asked you a question. You really need to be more social." Annabella managed inbetween giggles. I looked across the table, shocked that Travis would talk to me.

He looked at me, expecting me to explode on him for interrupting me. "I... I was wondering what or uh... who you were drawing..." He stammered. It was adorable.

"Oh, him? Thats just the best musician of all history. That is the one and only Frank Iero.... Don't you know him? He is from My Chemical Romance." I explained, hoping he would have any hint of who I was blabbering about.

He simply shook his head and murmured an appology for not knowing and looked down at his trey. I shrugged and looked at the clock, lunch was almost over, so I packed up my art supplies and started to stand. The bell rang, marking the end of our lunch period, and the end of seeing Travis for the day.