DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE LYRICS USED IN THIS STORY, OR ANY OF THE BANDS IN THIS STORY.
So, this is my first every story! Exciting? Nah not really, it'll be crap. xD This chapeters a bit short, the next one should be longer. :)
Chapter 1 – Crossing the pond.
I was up by 2am. I had to be. My flight to New Jersey was leaving in 4 hours, and my Mum had me up to get ready. My Dad on the other hand was still snoring, but he had less to do I guess.
My name is Christie. Christie Finch, and my life was about to be turned upside down, and everything was about to change. My Father had got a new job in NJ, and my mother just went along with him, so I had no choice.
Not that I cared much. I was always seen as the freak at school. I'm 16, and the kind of kid with problems. BIG problems. I always sat at the back of the class, shouting insults to the people ignorant enough to laugh at my difference. My black, scruffy, layered hair covered one of my eyes and stuck in all directions. My eyes were covered in black, sometimes other coloured eyeliner, highlighting the intense blue in them. My complexion was a pale white, to which I did nothing to. I liked my icy look. Others disapproved…
My usual attire consisted of skinny jeans – usually black, sometimes a brighter colour – a band t-shirt, converse trainers and a hoodie of some sort. The music I listened to was formed by a compilation of guitars, drums and a vocalist that screamed on the odd occasion.
Yep, I was perceived as emo, although I didn't see that at all. I was just me. But there wasn't anyone who understood me at my school, so I wasn't sad to be leaving. Just a bit pissed off. I had contacts in England. They got me what I wanted, when I wanted (drugs and alcohol for reasonable prices), so moving to America wasn't my ideal situation.
"Christie, get your suitcases will you?" my mum shouted from the lounge,
I zipped it up and rolled it down the stairs. I heard Dad fumbling around in his bedroom trying to pack the last few things. He was up then. The taxi driver was already waiting downstairs, so I attempted to haul all my luggage to the car. The stranger jumped out of the front seat and gave me a hand. I glanced back at the house I was leaving behind.
'Fuck England,' I thought to myself.
- 2 hours later -
I could hear flights being called out over the tannoy as my dysfunctional family checked in our bags and went through customs. Everything was a blur – that sounds so cliché. But I was so blaze about everything. Probably due to lack of sleep and a hangover.
Time passed by and we ended up having a coffee in the café, going to the gift shop for books and magazines and finally boarding the plane after a long wait. The flight attendants went through the safety routine and I ignored them, putting in my iPod earphones and staring out the window. Escape the Fate. Perfect.
Airline food really is atrocious. I sound like a bad stand up comedian, but whatever. I sat contemplating my future, trying to imagine my new life. High school was a frightening prospect, with jocks, and preps and cheerleaders. Everyone had their own 'classification'. Oh, I forgot one other group, the 'misfits'. I guessed I was going to be a misfit. Things would be shouted at me, like "emo" or "goth". Well, I wasn't a goth, but jocks and cheerleaders are known for being too ignorant to give a shit about what was leaving their mouths. I was used to being excluded that I just drank the insults as if they were cheap whisky. Strangely, misery was happiness to me, considering I hade never lived my life without it.
Thanks for reading, next chapter should be longer and on it's way soon! :)