Chapter 1
Synyster:
I looked out the window and fought back tears. I watched as my only friend, David, got into the van and drove away. I would never see him again. He was moving from Huntington Beach to Miami. I would have to face freshmen year of high school alone. I watched the van drive off and, even though I knew he couldn't see me, I waved goodbye.
"C'mon, Brian, get up! It's time for school!" my mom said as she shook me awake. The last thing I wanted was to go to school again. It'd been a week and I already felt rejected by everyone. Why did I have to be different? Why couldn't I be the same as everyone else? I just can't fit in no matter what I try. I try wearing shirts from Holister like everybody else, and I still don't fit it. I try fixing my hair so it's less spikey and the hair gel just wears off by the end of the day. I just feel hated by society. A freak.
As I walked out of the house and walked to the bus stop, I passed my old friend's house and noticed a moving truck in the driveway. For a split second, I hoped that David had moved back. But alas, I looked and saw a much taller, muscular teen. I wanted to cry. I didn't want another high schooler living where David lived, sleeping in the room he slept, and eating in the room he ate in. I instantly hated this kid.
Another week passed. I was busily not doing my homework when the doorbell rang. Being the only one home, I had to get it.
"Hey, my name's Matt, I live next door. I saw you walking to school yesterday and since we'd be going to the same school, I thought I'd say hi!"
I knew from that moment I hated him. I hated every inch of him. He looked like a tool, and sweet talking me wouldn't change that. "Fuck off," I said. "I'm not interested in being friends with assholes."
"Woah dude, what did I ever do to you?"
"Just beat it before I knock your teeth in."
"Ok, dude, I'm gone," and just like that, he left.