1.
They're
gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To
make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And
keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do
My head
bobbed up and down as I listened to my iPod. I closed my eyes
mouthing the words to myself as I sat alone in my room. My Chemical
Romance was my all time favorite band. There's no band in the world
that could possibly top them or even come close for that matter. It
wasn't hard to figure out that I was in love with them. Even if a
stranger somehow walked into my room for no apparent reason the
posters covering hanging on the walls were proof. No
point in me even trying to deny it.
I was damn proud of my
obsession as a matter of fact.
Because
the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they
got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your
heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder
machine
I jumped on
top of my bed as I pretended to play the guitar and jump up and down.
By this time I already started singing out loud to the song. I could
feel my bangs falling over my eyes as I jumped up and down without a
care in the world.
This was my usual routine every day.
In my
room, I could do anything I wanted to do. Laugh. Cry. Dance. Sing.
Paint. Draw. Read. Whatever it was, it was me. Once I closed those
doors, I was free to be myself. This was one of the only places where
my life couldn't hurt me anymore. My own personal sanctuary where my
father couldn't take his frustration out on me anymore.
They
said all teenagers scare the living s out of me
They could care
less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike
a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
A knock
echoed from my door. I ignored it completely and turned my iPod up
even louder. My ears started aching in pain, but I didn't care. There
was no way I would answer the door right now. I was having too much
fun all by myself.
With a broad smile on my lips I continued to
jump up and down in glee. The music flowing through my mind
invigorating me even more. I could care less who was at my door. I
knew eventually they'd just give up and walk away. Really, it should
be common knowledge that I'd never open my door for anyone unless I
was expecting someone I actually wanted to see.
With my
luck it'd be my father.
The
boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they
stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're
troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them
pay for the things that they did
The
likelihood that I would receive a visit from someone else other than
him was slim to none. I had few close friends that I actually talked
to outside of Sunnyville High. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk
to the other people I associated with. It was more along the lines
that I was never ever allowed to do anything social. All because of
my lovely father.
Swinging my head from side to side I collapsed
on my bed. I panted for air as the adrenaline soon rushed out of my
veins. Even though Teenagers, by My Chemical Romance was still
pounding in my ears, I couldn't jump up and down any longer. I had
already worn myself out.
They
said all teenagers scare the living s out of me
They could care
less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike
a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
My eyes were
still glued shut as I sang out loud to the words. I tapped my fingers
along with the beat of the drums and wiggled my toes. A smile played
about my thin lips. I was happier than I have been for a long time.
Who knew music could lift all my burdens away from my shoulders so
easily?
Though my happiness soon vanished the moment something
large and heavy landed on my stomach.
My eyes snapped open as I
jumped up to see a large pink tongue coming at my face.
"Marcy!"
I giggled as my dog licked my nose.
"Avery," a stern
voice said from my doorway.
My body tensed automatically as I
looked towards the door. My father was leaning against the door frame
with his arms crossed over his chest. His beady black eyes glared at
me from his puffed out cheeks. To say the least, my father was
slightly overweight. I could tell he must have just
gotten home from work because he was still in his business suit.
I
closed my eyes soaking up the last bits of the song before removing
my headphones altogether.
"Avery, how many times do I have to
knock on this damn door for you to answer?" he inquired.
"About
a million more," I mumbled under my breath.
"What was
that?" he snapped.
"Nothing," I replied.
His
eyes looked over me before he said, "We have visitors
downstairs. You are to dress in something a little more
presentable."
"Aye, aye Captain!" I saluted with
fake enthusiasm.
Father narrowed his eyes at me, "And you are
not to say a word."
I rolled my eyes at him mentally as he
slammed the door shut. A loud yawn escaped my lips as I put my
headphones back in and turned the volume up. Not wanting to make my
father upset even more, I pushed myself off my bed and walked over
towards my closet to pick out something that was suitable for
him.
Ohhh
yeah!
They said all teenagers scare the living s out of me
They
could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
After
staring at the numerous amounts of clothing that hung in my closet, I
decided to wear a black and white pinstriped skirt that cut off mid
thigh and a light grey tank top. Once I brushed out my mop of black
and blond hair, I turned off my iPod completely and strutted out of
my room.
Marcy, my black lab, was sitting just outside of my room.
I smiled sweetly at her and pet her on the the head before continuing
down the seemingly endless hallway. I hated this place more than
anything else in the world. The portraits of my family littered the
walls. Every time I walked down this hall it seemed like they were
all staring at me, boring holes into the back of my head.
Sighing
I stumbled walked down the stairs and towards my
father's office. Without knowing exactly where he stormed off to, I
could only assume he was there. If not, then at least I tried to find
him. Right?
"Not my fault he didn't tell me where to
go," I mumbled to myself.
I turned down the hallway, humming
Teenagers as I went along.
All
together now!
Teenagers scare the living s out of me
They
could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
I stopped
just outside my father's office. Faint voices drifted through the
door, but I couldn't tell what they were talking about. I took a deep
breath before I twisted the doorknob and entered the office. Which
automatically earned the gazes of three people.
My father's beady
eyes stared at me apprehensively as two other pairs of eyes gazed on.
There was a man who looked to be in his mid forties or fifties with
greying black hair and calm green eyes. He had a tanned, wrinkled
face that appeared at first business-like but upon looking at all the
details, it was more comforting and friendly. The other person in the
room was a teenage boy who looked no more than a year older than me.
He had black hair that seemed to be a mop on his head and brilliant
blue eyes. I could feel his eyes studying my appearance before he
quickly looked away. Both of them were dressed in identical business
suits.
"Hello," I said shyly.
"This is my
daughter Avery," my father introduced. "Avery, this is Mr.
Jones and his son Danny."
My eyes widened slightly. Mr.
Jones. That was the name of my father's boss. What in all that is
holy is he doing at my house? And why is my father being so polite
and having him meet me anyway?
He never, and I mean never,
introduces me to anyone who is above his status at work.
"It's
very nice to meet you, Miss Avery," Mr. Jones spoke. "I
have heard a great deal about you. All very good things in fact."
"I
doubt that," I muttered under my breath. Mr. Jones gave me a
quizzical look so I decided to speak up, "The pleasure's all
mine, Mr. Jones."
He nodded, "Now to get down to
business."
"Erm... right," I murmured earning a
deathly glare from my father.
I rolled my eyes impatiently. The
soft click of the door sounded in the room, but went seemingly
unnoticed by everyone else besides me. My father and Mr. Joness were
busy speaking amongst each other to really pay attention to me. My
brow darkened into a deep scowl as I meandered my way toward the open
seat beside Danny. I sat down with such an unladylike manner that I
actually earned yet another glare from my gracious father. Though
this one wasn't as obvious as the other one he gave me just a few
minutes ago. I shifted in the seat making myself comfortable. For
some reason, I had a feeling this meeting would last quite some
time.
I could feel Danny's gaze staring at me through the corner
of his eye. I averted my attention back to him to give him a dark
look. My nose wrinkled slightly when I studied his appearance. He
looked like a guy that took himself way too seriously. Danny was clad
in a dark blue suit with a light blue collared shirt underneath
accompanied by a white tie. His shoes were absolutely disgusting with
their glistening shine and black leather. Seriously, didn't he know
that animals were killed to provide him with such fancy footwear?
Obviously he had yet to learn that simple fact of life. I held back
the urge to yell some sort of obscenity his way for fear of what my
father would do to me later.
The most appealing part of Danny's
physique had to be his eyes. Oh yes. They were absolutely beautiful.
There was no doubt in my mind that if I stared into them long enough,
I'd end up getting lost. Actually, to be honest, I think his eyes
were the only thing that I actually liked about him. Not that I knew
him already based off of his appearance or anything like that. It's
just that I've always been known to be able to read people well, and
Danny definitely seemed like the kind of person I would never get
along with.
For starters, he was too serious. His posture was too
straight giving off the vibe that he was ready to get down to
business. Whatever business they had to attend to. His eyes, although
they wandered over to me from time to time, remained directed at my
father. I almost laughed at the way his face was masked into the
perfect business man face. I mean, just imagine a business man
standing in the elevator with a briefcase in hand and you've got the
twin of Mr. Danny Jones. Better known as the twins of constipated
facades.
Teenagers
scare the living s out of me
They could care less as long as
someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent
pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
...
"Avery,
are you listening to a word I'm saying?" Father inquired
harshly.
"N-no. Sorry," I replied. I bit the side of my
cheek in attempt to contain my laughter.
Father sighed rubbing his
eyes sorely, "I just told you to go pack your bags. Mr. Jones is
on a very busy schedule and he can't afford to wait around for
you."
"Oh. Uhm... where are we going?" I
asked.
"I'm not going anywhere, but you are," Father
reprimanded.
"And that is..." I trailed off.
"Honestly,
you should learn to pay more attention," Danny spoke. "If
you weren't so busy fantasizing about whatever it was you were
thinking about, you would know what's going on."
"Hey! I
didn't ask you! Besides its none of your business whether I pay
attention or not. Do the words Attention Deficiet Disorder have any
relevance to you?" I snapped.
"As a matter of fact, it
is my business whether my fiance pays attention. For your
information, ADD is a disease not an excuse," Danny
stated.
"You're getting married? HA!" I laughed out
loud. "Who would ever want to be married to you, jerkwad?"
Each
man in the room stared at me with a "WTF are you talking about
look?" causing me to feel like a small child in the company of
tall giants. Then a gasp slipped from my lips as I realized just what
or who Danny was referring to. Fiance?
Oh my hot potatoes!
Was he talking about me?
