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Part 1
Rain poured outside, dull, bleak and miserable, just like my life. I sat in class, absently doodling on my notebook, rather than paying attention to the lecture. I sat alone in a back corner, none of the other kids would so much as glance at me. It was unfair. Just because I looked a little different I was immediately branded an outcast.
My hair was long and jet black, streaked with red and purple. I wore a lot of silver jewellery, and a thin black top, with filmy sleeves, a short leather skirt and Dr. Marten boots with purple laces my sister had picked up for me on a trip to England over the summer. My nails were short and stubby, right now painted dark blue, and flaking. My attempt at a Gothic look seemed to have failed.
No matter how hard I tried to fit in, everything seemed to backfire in my face. There was always something I got wrong. I longed for some sort of excitement. Denver was so dull. At least, I thought it was anyway.
I tried to ignore the giggles I could hear behind me, coming from Topaz Wolf and Harmony Silverthorne, the popular girls. I toyed with a silver pen I held in my hand. The pen was slender and shiny, and right now, the tip was out, ready for me to write with, but I wasn't thinking about writing with the pen. I was thinking of jamming it into Topaz's gem-like eyes. How unfair that she was so damn perfect.
Topaz is tall, dark and mysterious. She never wears anything but black. Her clothes seem to emphasize her darkness, showing off how unnaturally slender she is. Her hair is black, but so black it reflects like a crow's wing. Her skin is lily-pale, and perfect, with not a flaw in it. She makes me feel so inadequate. She makes me feel stupid. Harmony has a similar Goth look, her hair is silver, and her makeup is always colourful and sparkly. Her clothes can sometimes get quite outrageous. The Goth look seems to be the in-thing for those two, but nobody else but me dares to attempt.
They're only fairly new here, too. Topaz came first, at the end of the junior year, which seems a pretty strange time to start a new school, and then Harmony came when the senior year started.
And things have been different since then. Before, people generally tended to accept me. They didn't back away from me or anything, there were one or two other Goths around. But now if anyone tries it, they get accused of copying the popular girls.
Which I think if really unfair and stupid. So what if you have similar taste in clothes? Clothes and appearance aren't everything. But unfortunately, if you want to get ahead in high school, they are.
"Class, we have a new student joining us today."
The teacher finally said something to catch my attention. A new boy had just come in the door. He looked a little sullen. He was tall and impressive, dark and mysterious. His hair was black and long and stringy, he wore a Smashing Pumpkins sweater dark jeans and Dr. Marten boots too. He had taste. I had to give him that. His eyes were a murky, dark green. He seemed remote and unfriendly.
But he looked at me then, and his eyes met mine, and in that instant I had a feeling something big was going to happen. What, I had no idea, all I knew was that things were going to change.
And maybe not pleasantly.
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Part 1
Rain poured outside, dull, bleak and miserable, just like my life. I sat in class, absently doodling on my notebook, rather than paying attention to the lecture. I sat alone in a back corner, none of the other kids would so much as glance at me. It was unfair. Just because I looked a little different I was immediately branded an outcast.
My hair was long and jet black, streaked with red and purple. I wore a lot of silver jewellery, and a thin black top, with filmy sleeves, a short leather skirt and Dr. Marten boots with purple laces my sister had picked up for me on a trip to England over the summer. My nails were short and stubby, right now painted dark blue, and flaking. My attempt at a Gothic look seemed to have failed.
No matter how hard I tried to fit in, everything seemed to backfire in my face. There was always something I got wrong. I longed for some sort of excitement. Denver was so dull. At least, I thought it was anyway.
I tried to ignore the giggles I could hear behind me, coming from Topaz Wolf and Harmony Silverthorne, the popular girls. I toyed with a silver pen I held in my hand. The pen was slender and shiny, and right now, the tip was out, ready for me to write with, but I wasn't thinking about writing with the pen. I was thinking of jamming it into Topaz's gem-like eyes. How unfair that she was so damn perfect.
Topaz is tall, dark and mysterious. She never wears anything but black. Her clothes seem to emphasize her darkness, showing off how unnaturally slender she is. Her hair is black, but so black it reflects like a crow's wing. Her skin is lily-pale, and perfect, with not a flaw in it. She makes me feel so inadequate. She makes me feel stupid. Harmony has a similar Goth look, her hair is silver, and her makeup is always colourful and sparkly. Her clothes can sometimes get quite outrageous. The Goth look seems to be the in-thing for those two, but nobody else but me dares to attempt.
They're only fairly new here, too. Topaz came first, at the end of the junior year, which seems a pretty strange time to start a new school, and then Harmony came when the senior year started.
And things have been different since then. Before, people generally tended to accept me. They didn't back away from me or anything, there were one or two other Goths around. But now if anyone tries it, they get accused of copying the popular girls.
Which I think if really unfair and stupid. So what if you have similar taste in clothes? Clothes and appearance aren't everything. But unfortunately, if you want to get ahead in high school, they are.
"Class, we have a new student joining us today."
The teacher finally said something to catch my attention. A new boy had just come in the door. He looked a little sullen. He was tall and impressive, dark and mysterious. His hair was black and long and stringy, he wore a Smashing Pumpkins sweater dark jeans and Dr. Marten boots too. He had taste. I had to give him that. His eyes were a murky, dark green. He seemed remote and unfriendly.
But he looked at me then, and his eyes met mine, and in that instant I had a feeling something big was going to happen. What, I had no idea, all I knew was that things were going to change.
And maybe not pleasantly.
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