Summary: In eighth grade, Sam decides to become Gothic. Sadly everyone is giving her a rough time about it! This story hits close to home with me, and writing this really burned off some steam. Well, please enjoy my story. The first chapter is really crappy, but it will be good in later chapters!
I looked at myself carefully in the mirror. It was the first day of eighth grade, and I was really excited! I bought a new black shirt, and black shoes. They became my favorite shoes in the world! They're black with big studs on them. I had my black hair set in a ponytail. I did look different. I usually don't wear black as often. Somehow, I started to like the color more. I think I look pretty cute. I might get some stupid remarks, but it doesn't matter, it's my body, I can wear what I want. I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.
I headed to my locker with my head held high. It was a new year, and I'm going to make the best of it. I opened the locker, and began decorating it. I took a big picture of Amy Lee and magnetized it to the side of my locker. I also put a lot of photos of me and my friends all over my locker. I put in a shelf for my books, and found my friend. His name is Danny. He has jet black hair and ice blue eyes. We both don't fit in the popular crowd. But hey, that's perfectly fine by me! He looked at me.
"You look different." He said calmly. I smiled.
"You got a problem with that?!" I protested.
"No, I just said you look different. That's all."
"Yeah, I kind of like this look. It makes me feel unique and happy."
"You look depressed." Said a voice passing by, followed by some snickers. I sighed and looked at my feet.
"I haven't been in this school for 20 minutes, and I already have one comment!" I said sadly with a bit of annoyance.
"Don't let them get to you." Danny said. I smiled
"I'll try." I said weakly, as I walked to class. I can feel many eyes staring and glaring at me. I continued to walk. I didn't want to appear weak in the eyes of my piers. If I did, they would hurt me more. But if I appear strong, they might take a hint that their words won't hurt me. I can always save the tears for later. Before I walked into the room, I took a deep breath. This is it. I opened the door and took a seat by the window. I felt a hand tap my shoulder, I turned around.
"Hey Sam," Said a boy behind me, "What's with the scary outfit?" I turned back around and ignored him. I wanted to slap that jerk across the face so hard that not even his mother would know who he was. I hate those stupid questions. People say that there is never a stupid question. But I say that the question isn't stupid, it's the people who ask them. I sighed deeply. This is going to be a long day!
Hey! How did you like it? There's more coming!
