Kill The Emo.

Don't own, don't sue. not in the mood for something fancy-shmancy

I'm putting everything on hold for this. Fang/Ari. Don't flame because of the pairing because I won't listen.

"Ari?"

I look up from my hood, the middle-aged woman's dimple-infested smile spread wide across her face. "He's ready to see you." The secretary turned to face his desk as I shifted out of my seat, my face never leaving the comforting shadows of my Sparks the Rescue hoodie. I didn't want to go do some testing, but, hey-anything to get me out of class. I shove my hands into the pockets of my worn jeans. Flipping the hair out of the way of my eye, I slowly make my way through the hallways lined with dimly-lit offices.

Today is the day I get my IEP testing done. I don't know what the hell that stands for, and I don't give a shit. It basically means that everyone hates you and they're going to sugarcoat the fact that they don't give a fuck. The price you pay to be labled an emo...I roll my eyes at the thought. It's funny, how three little letters can ruin your day. Let alone the rest of the sophmore population.

I step into the room, being motioned to sit down by a man. He's hardly legal, I should say. What, 25? Good lord, psychiatrists are young these days. "Welcome, Ari-I'm Dr. McCracken, but just call me Aaron." A frendly pat on the back. I desregard the action. "So, what exactly is this 'testing?'" I ask, not interested in introductions.

"Get down to the nitty gritty, that's the way." Aaron gives himself a hearty, fake little laugh, and I begin to hate him.

He clears his throat. "Well, it's simple. All you have to do is circle either true or false. This will only take about an hour to complete, so you won't miss all of your class."

Goody, goody. Now shut the fuck up and sip on your coffee and do your fucking sudoku.

He hands me a flipbook with a a long series of questions.

Only an hour, he said.

Yeah, unlike the other stoners you have in here, I actually take the time to think about the questions.

I sigh to myself, taking out my heaphone, skipping around on the MP3 player to Sparks The Rescue, and opening the first page of the flipbook.

God, the shit people come up with for you to answer-I told you once, I'm not telling you again-I've never done any fucking drugs! No one has it in for me! I LIKE TO GO TO LOUD PLACES AND HAVE A FUCKING GOOD TIME.

I stop about a quarter of the way through the testing at one question.

I love my dad, and I know that he's proud of my accomplishments.

I recall the day before.

"How was school?" Jeb-the name of my dad-mindlessly asks me in routine, not looking up from the notes he's taking.

"As if you care." I mumble, throwing down my backpack. I clip on my headphones and walk by him.

"Take the vaccine." He reminds me. The vaccine so I won't go Eraserish during school. It's still a secret, you know.

Right. I barely notice the timer going off. I grab my backpack, sifting through it.

Shit. I left it my locker.

Oh well, what's one day?

I close the pack, dropping it again, and make for my room.

"Ari? Come back here; I want to talk to you."

Yippee! A breakthrough!

I silently sit down in the chair next to him. "What is it?" I ask, actually curious as to what he's going to say next.

He lookes up from his notes-this must be important. "Ari, son, I checked your grades through the grade database in your school. They're slipping."

"So? You've never been concerned about that."

"Ari," Jeb sighs, rubbing his temples, "I have a feeling you might be giving up."

"Well, put yourself in my situation and you might have a clearer understanding." I say, getting ready to leave.

"Oh, spare me the 6th grade drama, Ari. Everyone hates you because you're bored and you like to act out."

"Not anymore!" I protest. "You're wrong!"

"I am NEVER wrong." Jeb says. "Just look at Maximum-"

"Oh, AGAIN you bring Max into this. I'm not going to be like her just because YOU want me to!"

"She was a success! YOU WILL TOO!"

"LOOK at you! You make your calculations, you make your expectations, and never take the time to see what I want!"

"You don't know what you want!" Jeb snaps, now obviously angry. "You're still young, Ari! You don't know ANYTHING."

"And gee, where did THAT logic come from, genius? From your IGNORACE! If YOU AREN'T GOING TO ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I WANT TO BE, I DON'T HAVE A FATHER!"

Oops. Not I KNOW I should've taken the medicine.

I was now in mid-morph, my anger being channeled into low growls.

Jeb gives me a cold stare. "I knew you were a mistake."

Mistake.

A mistake.

I begin to well up, now hiding fully into my hood. When I was going through middle school, I didn't know how to channel my emotions, so I was listed with an emotional disability. Since then, I've only been known as a drama queen, an emo, a stupid, disgraceful emo.

Emo
I hate the word.

I stare at the question. Ever since middle school, I had given up on being open to people, and now keep everythting fully hidden from everyone. Pretend to be happy.

Give them what they want.

I circle the true bubble, and continue with the testing.

I was interrupted with more dumb questions from Aaron:

"Ari, you've never been in trouble with the police, have you?"

"No." I say.

"Taken any drugs?"

"No."

"Drank any alcohol?"

"No."

I begin to get annoyed.

"Now, your social wroker told me that you told her you were-"

"Ok, Aaron, you know what? I want o finish the test and get the fuck on with my life, and there's NONE of these questions you're asking I haven't answered before, and YES, I am! Now PLEASE, just-" I stop to control my breathing, then look down at the test again.

Oh, yeah, there's one thing I forgot to mention.

I'm gay.

My only friend was a boy. I was 6. Things were fine, too.

If I had kept my mouth shut.

"Daddy," I say one day after a playdate, "I don't want to play with Max. Boys are nicer."

I never saw the kid again.

I still remember his name, though.

Fang.

My fuse is short, I realize as I slide the test over to him and mutter, "You're welcome." I slam the door on the way out as the bell rings for the end of the school day.

First chapter. Sorry it's not that great. I'm putting everything on hold as of the submission of the chpater to coniture writing this story. Fang/Ari to come later.