So, this is my second chapter, uploaded nearly straight after the first! Qucik typer, eh? xD Anyway, I hope you like it. Story should start to kick off properly soon! :)

Chapter 2 – Adjusting

The new house was huge. Three bedrooms, each with their own bathrooms, a huge kitchen that lead to the dining room and the front room was enormous. It was very modern and light. Minimalistic, I think the word was. I decorated my room myself with a deep purple colour on the largest wall that was visible when walking in. The other walls were a lighter shade, but not quite lilac.

I don't know why I bothered really. I only covered it in posters anyway. I positioned my double bed up against the dark wall, with the bedside cabinets either side. Unpacking took longer than I thought. About a day? But that was fine; I needed to preoccupy my mind with something.

After a week of listening to music and setting things up around the house, it was time to start at my new school. It was the start of the year, so joining wasn't going to attract too much attention to myself. So, on that bleak Monday morning I slithered out of bed like a reluctant snake.

I pulled on some black skinny jeans, a sex pistols tee and a red hoody. I spend forever trudging around, half asleep looking for my make up bag. I stood leaning over the sink and looking into the mirror, applying thick, black lines to my eyes and red lipstick to my lips. My hair was sticking out in all directions. I tried to tame it with a brush and some straighteners, which decided to work after a while.

I heard my Mum calling to me from downstairs. She made me some breakfast and a coffee, and I ended up devouring both pretty quickly. She stared at me whilst sipping on her coffee. Something was wrong…I know she disapproved of my make up and clothing choice, but the way she stared at me…Like she was going to break down in a flood of tears and scream. I ignored it. I figured it was probably something I had done, and I was in no mood for confrontation today.

"I gotta go…I'll see you later," I said, grabbing my bag and pulling on my red converse. I knew where to go, so I left without acknowledging that my mum hadn't said goodbye back, and that I hadn't seen my father…

As soon as I got to school I went to the main office to find Miss Clarke, the principal. She gave me my timetable and a map just as the bell for registration went. Turns out I was already outside the right classroom, so I walked in dragging my feet, and took a seat at the back. People started to file in. The more they did, the more excluded I felt. They were all jocks and cheerleaders. Fantastic. They all seemed to avoid me. They'd all sat down, and the chair to the left of me, and another in front of me were empty. Yep, avoiding me.

I heard some girls snigger and laugh at me. I was used to it, but it still bugged me. Mr Danfield (our form tutor) called out a register, that I only paid attention to when he called my name.

I pretty much just twiddled my thumbs for five minutes until the door swung open, and two boys walked in.

The first boy had blond-ish hair down to his ears. He was wearing rectangular glasses, and under them his eyes were lined with black eyeliner. Tight, black, skinny jeans clung to his legs, and a fitted black tee showed off his toned, yet skinny, torso. His converse were the only things that weren't black. They were bright green. I smiled, because I wanted them…

The other boy had short black hair, with blonde at the sides. His fringe was black and came down past his eye. Again, he was wearing eyeliner and some black skinny jeans. His tee was blue with a Black Flag logo on it. His converse matched the blue of his shirt.

And yes, they were both pretty cute.

They sat in the two free seats and turned to talk to one another. The boy with black hair looked at me, puzzled, like he was trying to figure out who I was.

"Are you new here?" he asked, smiling.

"Yeah, name's Christie." I answered with a smirk.

"Oh my god, you're British?" the blonde guy grinned. I'd forgotten about my accent...I nodded and smiled. "Awesome, your accent is cute. I'm Mikey. Mikey Way." He held out his hand, so I shook it.

"Mikey, you're such a douche. Hand shake? Not cool," the other guy laughed. "I'm Frank Iero," he said, giving me the 'sup' nod.

"Looks like this school is run by jocks. Is it just you two in the misfits category?" I joked.

"No, there are a few others. We don't hang around with them though. We're too cool for them though." Frank winked at me.

"So, what lesson you got first?" asked Mikey. I pulled out my timetable and check it.

"Biology. Ah, shit." I was awful at biology. It was so fucking boring…

"Oh, hey, so do we! You wanna skip?" Frank's mischievous tone made me laugh.

"Sure, I could do with the excitement." The bell seemed to go off right on queue.

"So, where are we going?" I asked, grinning.

I guess high school wasn't so bad….When you skip class.