Chapter 1
There is a monster in this world that is our society. It has infected our younglings (that means children, if you didn't already know) including social groups. They think everything belongs in a group in order to fit in society. I think its bullshit, but what do I know. It all starts in high school, that's were all the groups started, social groups. High school was one step closer to hell. How do I know because I used to be one of them, now, I've changed. They wanted me too, but I told them to fuck off. The groups in high school are corrupted. I can remember it like it was yesterday. I can see the groups clear as day. So many groups, so many corrupted minds. The preppy group was not hard to find. Most of them were the beautiful, gorgeous, perfect hair, thin bodies, smelly expensive perfume bitches I've ever seen. They guys in the group were the same, but not bitches just bastards and assholes with gorgeous hair and good looks. You could hear them on the other side of the room. That's when I come in.
Over on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall was me. I know I was an outsider. I already knew that when I moved here from California. I would usually wear red, black, grey, hot pink, purple, dark blue clothes. Yeah, they had designs on them that I make myself or order them at Hot Topic or on their website. I dressed different than others including the Goths, but I don't try to fit in with them. I'm not all dark and emotional like them. Their make-up is all black and fingernail polish is black and listens to dark music. They even cut their wrists with razor blades and they watch themselves bleed to death. That is just beyond corrupted then the preps and what they do in their minds both emotional and physical.
Again I'm leaning against the wall enjoying the show. I get lot of stares and weird looks because of my "inventible" look. Wearing one of my t-shirts I made myself was one of my great creations which were a band shirt named My Chemical Romance. I had used one of the song title named "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)" with a character named Gaz from the disturbing kid show called Invader Zim. No one had no fucking idea what my shirt meant, but who gives a flying fuck. I could care less what they think of me. Anyway the shirt was black with the sleeves halfway to my elbows and I can say my shirt is the shit. Anyway I was wearing my neon red skinny jeans I got at Hot Topic, black Doc Martin boots that go up to my shins, studded black belt with silver studs, one chain hooked to my belt with my wallet connected to it in my back pocket, black, red and white rubber bands on each wrists, bracelet that says, "MCR Cares" (buy a bracelet, a dollar is donated. To the "Make a Wish Foundation") on my right wrist, didn't bring a jacket; its fall it ain't that cold! Wore a black hat/beanie and wearing smoky eyeshadow (it's not heavy eyeshadow) and wearing somewhat preppy lip gloss because my lips were chapped and this was all I had left. I admit I am kind of corrupted, but not as corrupted as everyone else in this god forsaken school.
Seeing every social group known to man is entertaining to watch. I look all over the room, listening to my music with my Skull Candy headphones (not the ear buds) music at full blast so that it's blasting right out of the headphones. I know a lot of people can hear it, but who gives a shit. When I lean against this wall, I know I'm waiting for the show to start. Just getting to hear all the different group's social life is just a big joke. I thought high school was suppose to be a sanctuary to escape your parents that might be smothering you or parents who yell and argue all the time and you're stuck in the middle. Half of that part is true, but everyone talks about everyone's parents saying, "oh she won't let me get a nose job" or "they won't let me get a boob job" and all this other shit I hear every other day. Yet again, I don't' really listen to the conversations I'm always listening to my music to drain out the obnoxious sounds called voices in this damn hell hole. Every time I come to this song always listen to the playlist that I make myself. The playlist is called "Corrupted". I know fits,huh? The songs are not corrupted, but they describe how corrupted is in the world, so that's what I went for. The artists itself aren't corrupted, but some of the singers are, but not everyone is. Well, in high school yes, but not the artist and to the song I'm listening to says, "I'm sorry, but I'm glad you're dead because you were a bitch to everyone" song. The song is called "Dead!" by My Chemical Romance. Fits with everything, don't you think?