'When will you be here?' Michael Evans texted his friend Pete Hanson. Their friend Henrietta Biggle had picked up the rest of their little gang and Michael was the only one left waiting.
'Should be there soon.'
'Is Mike with you?'
'No. Henrietta doesn't want him in her car.'
Michael shrugged and put in his ear buds before leaning back on the couch to wait for his friends. He closed his eyes and sighed, he hated going to school. He only went because his parents made him, not that he really listened to them he just didn't want officer Barbrady to show up asking questions, so he only went enough to stay out of trouble. Today was one of those days that he had to go to stay out of trouble, the first day.
Michael had almost fallen back asleep when he heard Henrietta's old station wagon pull up. The goth kids used to use her mom's car in elementary for simple things like breaking into a camp to end the emos.
Michael got off the couch, pulled out his ear buds and went outside to go to school.
"Hey Michael." said Pete sitting behind the drivers seat where Henrietta sat.
" Hey." Michael responded.
Pete still had the roots of his black hair dyed blood red so it looked like a blood demon took a shit on his head. He had pockmarks on his cheeks from where his hair touched his face like it was doing now. He wore a gray tee shirt, he usually wore a gray button down, with black jeans and a pair of purple boots. Michael thought the boots always looked a bit odd but Pete like them so he never said anything.
"I can't believe its legal to make us spend 6 hours in a hell hole." Henrietta said.
Henrietta was still chubby, but no one seemed to mind. Her black hair was pin straight and black unlike the old layered cut she had that went past her shoulders. She wore a black dress that had fishnets covering her arms and shoulders, the dress went down to her ankles. She had a corset on too and black flats. Her make up was heavy and dark, not like that conformist bullshit.
"Yeah, when I first heard that I was like no way." Pete said. Imitating how they used to all say no way and drag it out. Michael smiled, he did that a lot less now, he never really smiled much but he did smile. Now it's like he never smiles at all.
Henrietta pulled into an unofficial parking spot at the back of the school and they all got out. Firkle first, then Pete, then Michael and lastly Henrietta.
"Henrietta can you drive me home today too?" asked Firkle.
"Yeah whatever." she answered.
Firkle was slightly shorter than Henrietta and looked extremely similar to how he did in kindergarten, minus the height. His hair was still black and swooped to one side, his eyeliner still dark and his lips were still black. He was still very skinny and wore all black like the rest of the goth kids making him look even thinner. Today he had on a black turtle neck with black jeans and black converse, they were comfy is the only reason.
The goth kids all pulled out a cigarette and had quick smoke before the bell rang for class. They snuffed out their cigs, sighed and walked into the hell hole they called school.
