My hate against Black

My name is Trisha, and I have the two greatest friends in the world. Sara and Amber. Sara and Amber are more alike, then Amber and I, or Sara and I. We had a couple things in common though. We weren't popular and didn't want to be. We all acted the same. We all dressed the same. In black. Amber and Sara both loved Marilyn Manson, while I thought he wasn't all that great. Sara and I had two siblings that didn't live with us. Amber and Me, well.... That's a different story. We didn't have much in common. Actually, I have NO idea how we became friends.

My love towards black started the summer before 7th grade. It wasn't actually the color black; it was the punk rock scene, and look. I started off loving Avril Lavigne, then to loving Eminem, then to loving 50 cent, and now, currently, Loving A.F.I.. My actual love for black started that summer also. I was into the black nail-polish, black clothing, and un- natural colored hair. And so was everyone else I knew. It was like a shock wave that came from out of nowhere.

Anyways, back to the actual story. I started school in the middle of January. I was glad to be back because sitting at home was boring, and depressing. Amber was glad to see me back. Sara, though, didn't like me much. She was new as well. We didn't exactly get along great. But, we got past our differences and became almost the best of friends. I've been friends with Amber since the 2nd grade when I first transferred from a different school. She was extremely nice to me, and back then, we had a lot in common. But I guess, almost a year apart, we both changed in extreme ways...She had the love for black, though.

I was extremely surprised when Amber actually still wanted to talk to me. I mean, we haven't talked in almost a year, and like I said, we changed a lot. But....I know one thing that ticked her off... We we're both extremely good friends with Sara.... And she didn't like that much.... Well, she didn't like that period. She was extremely mad at me, but she never told me. But I knew it. Just the way whenever I'm around, she's leaning over.... Talking to Sara, and ignoring me. I got the message that she was completely two faced. I called Sara the night that we got back from going to the movies. I told her what I seen, and she said Amber is just like that when I'm not around, and Sara is, and so is Amber's popular friends. Sara and I just get pushed to the side whenever someone more interesting comes along.

So, a couple days went past. I was still enjoying school and everything changed. Amber was different to me. Ignoring me in class, ignoring me at lunch, ignoring me period. It was really making me mad. All the time I spent talking to her, all the trouble I got in for talking to her during class, all the trouble she got me in, talking to me and telling the teacher it was me... It was just a big old waste of my time and she didn't even give a darn. I didn't really care either, so why am I complaining? Anyways, at lunch, I noticed three small cuts on Amber's arm. Almost perfectly straight and the same width apart. I asked her about them and she said a dog scratched her. Did she actually think I would believe this? I don't think so! I shook my head, knowing that this isn't what happened to her arm.

I called Sara that day and asked her about it. She said she didn't know anything and that Amber told her the same thing. I knew she was lying to me as well. Then, I just said that if she didn't tell me what she knew about it, I was going to tell our school consoler all about it. She finally told me. Amber was cutting herself. I almost cried, I mean, how could she? She had the best life... Besides the fact that her father was a drunk, her mom was...was....35 going on 14....She didn't live with her mom though.

The next day at school, I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything for...almost a week. Then, she was ignoring me again, and I didn't want that to happen again. I asked her if I could burn a copy of her Marilyn Manson CD, and I did. It was dark, heavy, creepy music. And I fell in love with it. Because I wanted her to like me again. And... It did. We had something to talk about now. Our love for Marilyn Manson. Marilyn Manson took the place of Davey Havok from A.F.I for a short period of time. I started not listening to A.F.I around Sara and Amber because they both disliked them. But I would listen to it on the bus ride to school, and the bus ride back. I secretly still loved Davey, but not around Amber and Sara. I crossed his name off of everything I owned that they seen, and replaced it with Marilyn Manson.

The Amber-talking-to-me spree was over. After a week when we had nothing else to say about Marilyn Manson, she stopped talking to me....AGAIN... This was like.... The tenth time she done this in the period of 2 and a half weeks! It was making me really mad. I noticed more cuts on her arm, and on Sara's. I called Sara the day that I seen them