today was like the first day of the rest of my life here in forkz.

today i wear dark red lipstick with my long black hair up in a mezzy ponytale. i wearing a black turtleneck sweater n black leggingz with thigh high lace-up combat bootz. i am wearing llotz of silver rings of skullz and upside down crosses. i like to follow goth fashion because i am not a poser.

i stepped out of my dad's copp car and helped him lug all my shyt into the house. i had all my clothes n shyt in big black suitcases shaped like coffins. it said my name in blooody red letters. PAIGE-MARIE WILLIAMS. my mom got dem for me for da trip here.

we took them too my room and laid them on my floor with a loud THUD THUD THUD. it was sadistic and heavy. i look at the room. it wuz a good start. the walls were blood red n with black pentagrams n upside down crosses painted in the walls. i wus in goth heaven. my dad wus not aprep. he was heavy medal. he listend to metal bands like nickleback n three doors down n matallica. but he knew how to handle a goth. goth n heavy metal can live in unison. my mom n dad divorced because he was too diffrent then her. in high school my mom wuz not a prep she was medal too and thats when her and my dad met and marrie dbut then she changed into a prep and they got a divorce when i was a baby. i still love them both though. but yea h anyway this room was sick and i wus so happy.

"hay thanks, charlie- I MEAN DAD." i said somberly. (charlie was his name i called him dat at home wit my mom but never to his feces)

"ya welc." he said in a cryptic tone.

BEEP BEEP. a horn went off outside.

"wat the f*ck is all dat noize." i shouted mad.

"no pege, it is a surprize gift for u." he calmed.

"oh ok." i said as we made our way out of the room.

we went outside and there was a native american prep in a wheelchair. standing next to him was a heavy metal native american boy with long black hairz and an acdc shirt.

"oh paige look how u hav grown." said the prep in the chair. "i am billy black. u remember me plz?" he said lightheartedly.

i did remmeber him.

"billy. omfg it been so long. how you?" i exclaimed.

"IM good. you remember my son, jacob black?" he asked as he gestured towards da heavy metal boy. the boy smiled. even tho he wasnt gothic and he was just hevy metal he was still kinda beautiful. i gasped but not outloud only my heart gasped.

"hay jake." i said keepying my cool.

"hey paige, how goes it." he asked.

"good." i said with a smile.

i noticed billy black and charlie pretending to box n playfight in da background like lil kids.

"they are bff? my dad is metal n your dad is a prep but they are bff in perfect eharmony.." i say.

"yes. my dad may look like a prep but he likes heavy metal too. like u2, nickleback, n daughtry. he jusss doesnt dress da part." jacob blacks shook his head."i like to dress accordingly music is evverthng." he muttered.

"yea, i like goth music. as u can see." i said as i presented myself.

billy black and charlie (my dad) were done f*cking around and came back.

"u 2 hittin it off." they ask in unison.

"lol." we laugh.

"look paigey, look here is your gift." he put his hand on a big orange pickup truck that had dents all over it and was all dirty it was so ugly like all the filthy ugliest things in all of satan's creations. my jaw dropped.

"this...is...my...gift?" i say in shock.

...TOBECONTINUED...