Rockstar

By: Fade Into Darkness

Rating: PG13

Genre(s): Drama

Summary: Ryss isn't your average teenager. She attends an expensive all-girls high school, takes all AP courses, and wants desperately to become a rockstar, but her parents don't want her to. She is being held back by everyone and everything, trying so hard to be perfect… until she meets a mysterious punk who changes her life completely with hesitation.

Author's note: This is my first story, so please be nice and leave a review! I want constructive criticism. However, nonsense reviews and flames are accepted, though they aren't going to be recognized in my author's notes in the beginning of each chapter.

Chapter One: Numb

According to police records, approximately 31,957 people in Japan committed suicide in 2000. That means 87 people a day, or 3-4 people every single hour, chose to throw their lives away.

She stood on the platform, head lowered, her hair covering her face. I couldn't see her that well. She was wearing a school uniform. Jotsu's high school for girls. The pleated dark blue skirt was wrinkled, and you could tell it hadn't been washed for days.

Her hair was a bright turquoise, much to my surprise. Jotsu was a fancy high school. Girls who went there would never dye their hair… or let their uniform get a spot of dirt on it, for that matter.

As the train pulled into the station, gleaming in the fluorescent lighting of the station, she looked up, but only for a moment. Her bright green eyes were dull if you studied them for a moment. The lights reflected off of them, but only on the surface… she didn't look conscious.

"Move it!"

"Come on, get outta the way!"

She was pushed and shoved, but she didn't move.

The train pulled away.

***

"So, you go to Jotsu?"

"Yep."

I sat with the blue haired girl on a bench eating ice cream. I myself had been so transfixed by her that I had missed the train also.

She looked up from her vanilla ice cream.

"How about you?"

I couldn't tell if she liked me or not. But then, did I really care? I was the outcast rebel of Osaka red star high school. The punk, the hoodlum. I was Raven Prozen. Of course I didn't care.

"Osaka public." I muttered. I had reminded myself of my position. I leaned back on the bench, crossing my legs and spreading my arms across the back. My hand almost touched her shoulder.

"Public schools are a necessary evil," she sneered. I rolled my eyes, and sat forward. I tasted the melted ice cream.

"AH! WHAT THE HELL! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SWEET LIKE AMERICAN ICE CREAM!"

:::giggle:::

***

When I transferred to Jotsu, I had a whole new future planned out ahead of me. I would be a bright sunny girl, who eventually would have normal black hair, instead of blue, get straight A's, and be in many different clubs. I wanted to be different from how I had been. I wanted to change.

But I guess that just wasn't the future for me.

My mother hangs out my dad's old shirts where everyone can see them. She doesn't want them to know that he left home two months ago.

That really bothered me, when my dad left. It felt wonderful, because he didn't understand me. He was finally out of the way.

Moonbay's having a birthday party. You wanna come?

I looked at my phone where the text message was, and then to its sender. Ugh, Aya. I hate Aya and all of her friends, except for that Fiona girl. The blonde one that they play practical jokes on or something. She's okay. 

Aya flipped her long, perfect brown hair over her shoulder, her eyes closed in a sigh. Ryss felt herself automatically grimace. Disgusting.

Sure.

***

If I could say what I wanna say, I'd say I wanna blow you away-

-_-; No one's paying attention.

"Happy birthday, Moonbay!"

"Yeah, happy b-day!"

Ever since I was little, I've loved to sing. I've been told that I have a beautiful voice, but both of my parents hate 'entertainers.' They want me to grow up to be a CEO or something. But secretly, I want to be like Evanescence or Gwen Stefani, and sing.

"Hey… I've seen you before." Fiona stood before me in all of her blonde nerd glory. She held out her hand.

"Hi." I replied flatly, looking away. Leave me alone, freak. Can't you see I'm busy self-pitying?! Out of the corner of my eye I saw her smiling sweetly, anime-style.

"I heard you singing. You have a beautiful voice, like a female rock star! Are you going to be one when you grow up?"

Are you going to be one when you grow up?

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