Chapter 1: The meeting
Section 1: The ignoring
I was new on the block. You have never said "hi" to me until I met you at school. You were surprised when you saw all our classes were the same and all our lunches were the same too. We both picked band and both picked the flute. How ironic. We wore the same color shirt everyday.
Mondays: Blue
Tuesdays: White
Wednesdays: Green
Thursdays: Orange
Fridays: Black
The thing is that I changed my clothes in school. When my mother would drop me off, I would go to the girl's locker room ad change. I changed into mi Black ripped, spike belted, torn pants with my heart broken, black and red, and hot pink tang top, and changed into mi Thrice hat that was army style except it was completely black and the words thrice written in bloody red. All you wore was your cropped jeans and an armesier sweater. I hung out with people who were Goth, rockers, punks, and elemos. You saw how sad I was and wanted to help me. But you didn't. Your friends always told you that you should make your move already cause its not long before I move somewhere else. But all you did was stare at me all the time. Your friends said mi yellow cat eyes, black hair with red highlights at the bottom, and black punk nails reminded them of You. You, of course, said that I was nothing like you. Nut I know we are. You started to ignore me and stopped talking to me in our classes or at lunch, in primetime, and in-between classes. Every day was like that… Every hateful thought….
(Note: Elemo emo) End…