Hello again! This is my second Fanfic! Whoop Whoop! Im not gonna keep you waiting so here it is…
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'Welcome to the freakshow
This is where the freaks go
This is the place that they can never take away
Welcome to the freakshow
We don't ever need no
One to tell us who to be, how to think,
I don't care what they believe
Welcome to the freakshow '
-Skillet, Freakshow
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Rachel Roth was the gothic outcast at Jump City High School. She had always found her way into trouble, landing her in the 'smart-ass' category for a start. Not only had she talked back, but her appearance was also rather, well, dark. Rachel had short, violet hair and rather pale skin. On a average day, she dressed in black,, blue, and purple from head to toe, finishing off her outfit with her everyday-converse shoes. The sun slowly came up, shining brightly in Rachel's morbid room.
With a small groan, Rachel made her way to the shower, bathing quickly and shoving on a quick outfit. Today she wore a red tank top with a small heart-shaped neckline, covered by a small, grey jacket that stopped at the end of her shoulders, Her eyes were outline with black eyeliner and a quick shade of grayish eye shadow. She wore darkened jeans with faint patches of white right on her knees ((A/N: so basically Beka's look from Pitch Perfect)) She grabbed a pop-tart and her black book bag, slinging it over her shoulder, and quietly walked out of the house and to the bus stop, trying so hard not to awaken her father.
The bus pulled around with a loud screech. She always hated the first day of school, but she personally hated the bus ride as well.
"Name." The older woman in the bus driver's seat asked, with a flat tone.
"Uh…Rachel Roth."
"Seat number 6, please." The driver pointed a long, tan finger toward a seat with two giggling girls. They both dressed in matching outfits, covered in pink with heart sunglasses on top of their blonde-haired heads. She muttered a quick thanks and sat between the two girls
"O. M.G! Hey! This is going to be so much fun! EEEP!" The one to Rachel's left squealed in excitement. "Oh! I know lets sing some songs!"
Rachel groaned, loudly this time, as the girls began to sing 'Row, Row,Row your boat'
"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…" Both of the girls stopped, staring towards Rachel with excitement, expecting her to finish the song
"Fall off the fucking stream! There, are we done?" Rachel had indeed finished the song, just not in a nice way. Rachel expected the two girls to get mad or upset, but instead they only laughed.
"Your funny. Let's be friends!" The other quickly squeaked
'she is way to perky!' Rachel thought to herself with a small look of disgust on her face… this is going to be a long, long year.
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After the long, fatal in Rachel's case, bus ride was over, she gladly grabbed her schedule and took a quick peek.
As quite a smart student, Rachel had all TAG ((talented and gifted)) classes. Skimming through her schedule, she took a look at her lunch and locker breaks. First class…P.E…great…
Shoving her books into her locker, she quickly grabbed her bag containing her P.E. uniform and etc. As she angrily trudged down the hal, a few looks shot her way, followed by some awfully loud whispers. Ignoring the popular kids she pushed her way through. She stopped in front of a large door that read 'GIRLS LOCKER ROOM'. Well that was obvious! She entered the room, being the first on in there, and grabbed a lock and combonation and started opening her gym locker. Soon, other females began to spill into the locker room, singing the latest 2 Directions song. Gosh, she hated it here already!
Luckily, she had changed quickly and stood at the door. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Rachel wore a pair of black shorts, meant for the guys to wear but she didn't care, and a snug, dark blue t-shirt that had her favorite band's name written in purple, which was skillet. She obtained yet another group of girls, whispering about her wardrobe.
Rachel entered the gym, sitting herself on the bleachers next to a scrawny, yet strong looking guy painted green, the average-wait what?! She took another look at him. He was green! For real though? She pondered this. His hair and eyes were also green, except a little darker. ((A/N: the name Gar doesn't go well if he ain't green!)) The green teen caught Rachel staring at him in amazement.
"Uh…Hi?" He finally said, snapping her thoughts away. He stared directly into Rachel's eyes. Then he stretched his hand out towards her. "I'm Gar."
"Your also green…" was Rachel's only response, still studying him.
He laughed, a fang sticking out, At this point, Rachel also took note of his rather sharp ears. "Yeah, heh…I was a science experiment." Gar replied, seeming quite hurt.
"Oh! Sorry I…Hi I'm Rachel." She said, shaking his outstretched hand.
He smiled.
"So, what's your next class…?" Rachel asked trying to change the subject to something that did not have to do with the color green. Taking a piece of paper out of his pocket, Gar showed her his schedule that just happened to be green! But, oh no, Gar had the same exact schedule as Rachel! '….shit…' she thought. How is that even possible?! It's not that she didn't want to be around him, it just seemed like he was, well quite annouying. Then something equally weird happened, she smiled! Why? Does she like the fact that he was in all her classes? Or was she just being polite?
This question floated around in her head as she made her way to her next class, art, with Gar. She smiled again…What the poopersnickel?! ((A/N it's a word I made up)) Why was it whenever Gar's name came up she smiled?! She left it alone as she quietly entered the room.
The room was empty, except for one green kid, covered in paint from the tips of his pointy ears to the ends of his green toes. Who could it possibly be? Duh! Gar! She slowly approached behind him, looking at what he was painting. It was a giant, black raven spreading its dark wings. In front of it was a young girl with violet hair and gray skin…wait was that her!? He only knew for two hours! She was stunned
"Wow" she thought, then ended up accidentily saying it out loud…
Gar turned to see Rachel. A small pink hue crept up o his face, causing him to light up like Christmas lights!
"Rachel…?"
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((A/N: Cliffie! Ahhh! Review If you liked it, thanks. I shall make new chapters lately if you want me to continue! And btw I will be starting all my chapters with a song quote! Have a nice day, thanks for reading!))