*Something Emo*

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl hating life.. But Good

Submitted: April 10, 2008

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Something Emo Chapter. 1

"Standing at the edge of morning, Center Sex and New Found Glory.

Playing as she is pulling back her hair.

She drives away she is feeling worthless used again but nothing is different,

She'd cry herself to sleep but she don't dare."

Something Corporate blasted in her ears as she woke up. A loud morning like that was not what she needed after last night. April didn't do her normal routine, the only thing she did normal was saying goodbye to her mother.It was weird; normally April curled her beautiful blonde hair hoping someone would notice, took a long time showering to make herself smell beautiful, and usually put on preppy clothes to make herself fit in. Today April felt different, a bad different. During her bus ride she started to doze off, she tried not to, but it almost felt impossible to stay awake. She was reliving last night.

"I hate you," April screamed, "I just hate you!"

"I am sorry." Joe said looking whiter and more terrified that April had ever seen. Joe was a tall, strong, and handsome QB for the Gladiators. April was one of the cheerleaders. She was the prettiest one. Everyone said they made the perfect couple, but not right now.

"I give you everything you want, and you cheat on me. CHEAT ON ME!"

April slammed the door of his room and went to her car. She drove away, but only to go down the block. She pulled the car over and leaned her head on the steering wheel and started crying. She couldn't tell whether this was just because of what Joe did or something else. She wanted to cry.Her face was a waterfall and her defined cheekbones were the only thing slowing the water down. She hadn't cried since she was twelve and that was over a pair of shoes. She needed to get some emotion out. April went on for hours with her make up running down her face and her hands soaking in tears.

April finally stopped crying enough to see the road. When April got home she sprinted up to her room and slammed her bedroom door closed. Her mom and her dad gave each other the look like they both knew she needed her space right now. April lay down in her room and did something she had never done before. April wrote. April wrote all of her emotions. April wrote:

He had to ruin everything. He could have been it, he could have been the one, but NNNNNNNNOOOOO. I am done with my clique.  I am done with being a cheerleader, a goody two shoes, and mostly I am done with boys!!

April woke up on the bus because someone brushed by her feet. That person gave her a look like she was dirt.  She got that brush by her feet from everybody because the whole bus sits in the back with Eamon and Johnny, the funniest kids in the world. They sat two seats behind Rachael, which was the one that gave April the look because she hates her. So when those days come where April takes the bus instead of her car, April sits in the front. The look was beyond condescending, and that was the same look April got from everybody all day. April didn't feel like trying to make things right. April didn't seem to care. April felt no emotion except hatred. April didn't have to hide behind her mini skirt, curly hair, and make up. April was just expressing how she felt. It was weird though, she liked her new different self.

First through third period was a bore. Every teacher at her school had to be on Ritalin or something, because they were all more boring than reading the textbook. April needed an energetic teacher to keep her awake for the next periods; April got just what she wanted. As soon as she walked into the next class the female substitute greeted the class with a huge grin. She didn't seem that old, maybe only 25. She was very tan with jet-black hair. It was straightened and she didn't use any make-up. She was a natural beauty. She told the class about how our other teacher broke her leg skiing. April was very surprised because she wouldn't have suspect Mrs. Smith to try walking too fast. The new teacher's name was Miss. Chegwitten. She picked up where Mrs. Smith left off. She kept the whole class paying attention by smacking her ruler against the white board. She did it hard enough to keep the class awake but light enough not to make too much noise. Then the Nazi came in (That is what the principle's name was, or what the students called him.) He lightly whispered into the teacher's ear thinking the kids couldn't hear him. He said, " I would like to speak to April."  April stood up so Miss Chegwitten didn't have to look dumb looking through the seating chart. Everyone could tell the Nazi wasn't on the sane side. A guy could curse or say beer and that was an automatic detention. A girl on the other hand could do whatever they wanted and they wouldn't even get scolded. April always thought that was strange. She thought that she would rather be on the guys side and get in trouble instead of the principal looking at the girls the way he does. April never felt comfortable around him.

When they finally got into the office he started talking about how everyone at the school was her friend. How April could always talk to any of the teachers or friends and they would always be there for her. April began to get impatient because it sounded like he was trying to get to a point but kept talking about something else. April finally said, "Can you get to the point it is almost lunch."

The principal took a second then said with a very sympathetic face, "Your parents were in an accident. Your mom had some minor injuries but your father, on the other hand....didn't make it." April stopped. Everything just stopped for her at that moment. April felt nothing. April didn't feel like crying. April didn't feel like staying in school. April didn't even want to see her mother. She just wanted to wake up from this nasty nightmare of two days. April never did wake up though, the dream only got worse. The Nazi walked up close to her and said, "I am here if you need anything." He tried to hug her.

"Don't touch me!" April screamed. She stormed back to class and sat there staring at the board. She didn't feel normal right now. Her whole body felt as though it was tingling, like when your foot is asleep. She just stared at the black board. She didn't let herself daydream because that would only make her think of her parents. Instead she just saw black, only black, the dark, evil, dirty, horrific, and disgusting black. None of her so called friends talked to her at all. They just looked at her weird and walked somewhere else. She felt alone in the world. April felt as if everyone just stopped caring about her.

She finally went to lunch to realize at the register she had no money. The nasty lunch lady snarled and took her tray. April just left the cafeteria and sat down. April did not want to be there. Not school. April just didn't want to be alive. April remembered in church when they talked about how everything was so nice in heaven. There was no judging. It was just peaceful. That's where she wanted to be. April leaned her head against the cold hard wall.

April saw two kids wearing all black sitting outside talking, and smoking. April never really tried to make new friends, especially ones who smoke. Usually people come over and talk to her. Then, April went over to the two kids. One was about 5'9, with jet-black hair and dyed pink bangs that went over one eye. She had a black shirt on that said something like Butch Walker and black jeans that were very tight. April couldn't tell if the other kid was a guy or a girl because his or her brown hair was underneath his or her hood. That person was just wearing a black sweatshirt that said Save The Day on the left side. It was still September in California and he or she was probably sweating a lot. April had never seen the two. Before she could even say hi the girl looked up and handed the cigarette to April. April did something she thought she would never have done in a million years. She took it. 


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