Ello luv's

It's my first We Will Rock You fic, and I'm not sure how I feel about it yet.lol Just so you all know though, I do not own We Will Rock You (only wish I did), or any of the music in here...or any references to any artists. I don't own anything...not even my laptop; it's my dad's.

"Up now, up now! Girl, you've got to get up now!" overly cheery voices shouted, followed by a techno Gaga Girl beat. I groaned at the sound emanating from my alarm clock. Before I even had the time to reach over and turn it off, the chant started again.

"If you don't shut up right now, I'll 'up now' you!" I grumbled, sitting up in my bed. Then, before the irritating wake-up call could start a third time, I slammed the off button on the clock. I shook my head, looking at it. The pink and turquoise thing – which I personally thought was very tacky - looked so out of place on my dresser, next to my eBooks about occult, my stacks of slightly-sinister sketches, and my other oddities. My father had bought it for me last Global-Day. When I'd opened it, I sighed, rolling my eyes, and muttered, "Thanks a lot, Dad." After I'd left the room, I overheard my dad telling my mom he'd chosen it in an attempt to pique my curiosity as to what "normal teenage girls" were interested in. When she said that he didn't have to worry, that I was just going through a phase (whatever you say, Mam), he roared that she could keep burying her head in the proverbial sand, but that he was going to do something about me. He was one of the Globalsoft representatives in our area, and there was no way any daughter of his would be such a "Goddamn freak". Yes, those were his exact words. He was so upset that he used the G-word, the word scarcely heard since religion was outlawed in 2268.

Before you start thinking that his words must have crushed my soul or something sappy like that, let me just inform you that they didn't. I'm used to that kind of thing. At school, being called a loner, weirdo and disgrace to society, all in one morning, is to be expected. So the novelty of being called a freak had worn off eons earlier.

"Gotta get ready for school," I sighed as I headed towards my computer, "What to download, what to download…" As usual, I chose a dark, shapeless dress, one of the few dresses available that went past my knees. Of course, I'd be made fun of for it, but what else was new?

"What do you want for breakfast, dear? We're waiting for you to download it!" my mother called out.

"Anything's fine…you know I don't really care," I answered, tying my hair up into a messy ponytail. When would she understand that she could order whatever she wanted for me? She just always had to ask though, didn't she?

I walked down the stairs to the dining room to find my parents sitting at the table, eating scrambled eggs, with a plate of them ready for me. My father looked me over and frowned.

"What did I tell you, Lauren? She's wearing another one of those sacks."

"Don't start…"

"No Mam, let him say what he wants," I sat down at my place, cool as you please, "Go for it, Dad. Don't hold back, just let it all out."

"How do you ever expect to find any friends, any decent girls to hang out with you if you wear trash like that?" he asked.

"Father, dear, the only decent girls out there are ones who wear this 'trash'."

"Well, what about boys then? You'll never find any young man in his right mind who will be seen with you looking like that."

"I don't care."

"Oh yes, I forgot," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "You don't have to worry about boys, you lucky girl. You are, after all, a dyke."

"And you're an ass," I replied.

"What did you just say?" he narrowed his eyes.

"What, you didn't hear me?" I cocked my head, "Dad, you're an ass."

He didn't say a word, but his eyes told me he was furious. Before I could feel his wrath, I pushed my chair back and announced, "Well, this has been lovely, but I have to go."

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"I'm going to school. Today's graduation, but you shouldn't bother coming. It would be too embarrassing to be seen with me," I flashed him a fake smile, "Bye now."

As I walked away, I heard my mother say quietly, "You shouldn't have said that."

"She was asking for it," my father responded, "And she better not think she's going to get away with calling me an ass. What kind of way is that to talk to your father?"

"She's just angry. You hurt her feelings, that's all."

"She's not 'just angry'; she's a disgrace. I told you we should have sent her to boarding school. She might have turned out a bit better…"

"You don't mean that…she's your daughter…"

"No, with that attitude she has, she's your daughter, because I don't have one anymore."

"If that's how he wants it, fine by me," I said quietly. With that, I opened our front door and left, slamming it behind me. Things could not go on like this. I hated him. I couldn't stand being around him. I was going to go crazy if things didn't change! I didn't know how, but today, after graduation, I would not – could not – go home to him. Someway, somehow, I'd find a way to get away from this world of Teen Queens and Boy Toys…a way to break free.