Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (Marilyn Manson) ON HOLD

Rock 'n' Roll N*gger

"Dixie? Dixie wake up," someone was shaking me. If there's one thing you should know about me it's that if someone touches me I immediately want to punch them, especially if they're trying to wake me up.

"Oh, what?" I snapped and rolled over.

"No one told you, did they?" I sat up and squinted through the bright light of the sun streaming through my now opened curtains and looked at a woman I didn't recognise.

"Told me what?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"You have to go to school, but before you worry we've already got you all the books you'll need and there is no uniform. Here is your time table and other important documents," she handed me a bright yellow folder which wouldn't take long to be covered in pictures, before continuing. "A taxi will be here to take you there in an hour. Have fun," she smiled at me and walked out of the room, leaving me there with my jaw on the floor. She spoke so fast I barely had time to comprehend anything until I was left there sat on my bed with an obnoxiously bright folder and hair that needed half an hour to style.

As I was styling my hair I absentmindedly started to wonder off into my own thoughts. I need to go to school? Already? I guess no one from the other orphanages told the people here that I had to be home schooled. Well, I can't get out of it now. Maybe it'll be good for me to be around normal people after three years of being surrounded by parentless saps. I might actually find a stable place to go to everyday. Maybe if I stay at this care home long enough I can finally make some proper friends.

Once my hair was how I liked it I and walked over to my wardrobe and decided on wearing my favourite outfit at the moment (no it wasn't to impress anyone, I just wanted to feel confident on my first day at school), a white Marilyn Manson vest top with my signature black ripped skinny jeans and the most comfortable black Doc Martins ever to grace this planet. I slapped on some makeup and expertly drew on my eyebrows before brushing my teeth and giving my hair a last check before I got ready to leave. Because I had rushed I realised I still had 10 minutes left until I had to leave, so I took my time walking towards the front doors of the house. Sure enough, waiting outside was a sleek black taxi with a surprisingly nice black fake leather backpack with all of my books in it sitting in the back.

"Uh, hey," I said awkwardly as I got in, nearly shutting the door on my coat.

"Hello, I'm Benedict, I'll be your chauffeur from now on," Benedict was an older man, probably in his 50's, with greying hair and an unusually good fashion sense.

"Well, thank you very much Benedict," I pretended to bow in his almighty presence, earning a chuckle. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad.

***

So I had managed to get lost multiple times but luckily I hadn't pissed anyone off yet. Everyone here seemed non-judgemental, which was a change, but that still didn't stop me from trying to stay outside of society. I was feeling quite content until I entered my last class of the day; music.
I entered the echoey hall and sat on one of the pull out bleachers with the rest of the class as we waited for the teacher to come in. When she did, I wanted her to walk out again. Talk about Bible Basher. For starters she had a ginormous cross necklace on, with a knee length brown skirt with tights and brown kitten heels, and a cream long sleeved, turtle neck top to badly compliment it. Her platinum blonde hair was scraped back into a pristine bun and her ice blue eyes were decorated with the tiniest spectacles I'd ever seen. Oh, and did I mention she was carrying a bible with her? She placed it down onto the table set up in the middle of the room and clapped her hands together.

"So class," she more or less shouted in her high pitched voice, "today is going to be an exciting lesson! I hope you've all done your homework and learnt the chords to your song of choice!" She hobbled around the room, her heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor as she examined all of us as if finding the ones she had to pray for when the lesson was over.