"I'm the son of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia, the bible of none of the above, on a steady diet of, soda pop and Ritalin, No one ever died for my, sins in Hell as far as I can tell, least the ones I got away with, And there's nothing wrong with me...This is how I'm suposse to be... in a land of make believe that don't believe in me"
I was never really fast, or even really sporty, so my walk to school was a little slow. I looked at my watch. 10 minutes till . If I didn't pick up the pace I definatly wouldn't make it. The only thing worse than being at a new school, was going to the new school. Late.
After picking up the pace, I had time to stop at Starbucks and get a coffee, which was right next to my school. Fret-Meyer High School was the name of my new school. I looked like a needle hay stack in this place. It was just that big...I wondered to myself aloud "How am I going to get around this place?"
Then they caught my eye. While I looked like a needle in a hay stack, they looked like the exact opposite. They were nothing like me, they were somebodys. While some people were just naturally beautiful, they had something better, it was bigger than beautiful. They looked exotic.
I looked at them and they looked back at me straight in the eye. I blushed and turned away. What was I doing? I decided that I best get to my class before the bell rang.
My first class went smoothly in the case that nobody talked to me. It was kinda sad in a way but I decided there was no one that looked cool enough that I would want to talk to me. When I first walked in everyone looked so diffrent, here, I stood out the most, and I wasen't sure how I felt about it. Here, everyone looked clean and proper, the way I use to look. I was the trashy looking one! My eyeliner was a little smuged and my clothes looked moth eaten compared to everyone. I loved it.
In the lunch room I again felt like the needle in the haystack, there were hundreads, maybe even a thousand kids in there. I bought a can of diet coke and a salad, and sat down at a table by myself. In a weird way I liked the way everyone looked at me in a diffrent way, for once it made me feel exotic.
"Hey" a girl said from behind me.
I turned around and looked at her. She had ripped up fishnets under a pair of super short shorts. Over them she had combat boots just like mine, but unlike mine hers were noticably worn, she must have had them longer. The girl was wearing a pink tanktop under a black plaid shirt. Her hair was long, wavy, with a few pink, blonde, and striped dyed streaks. She had a big heart shaped necklace and big hoop earings, along with four or five other piercings on her ears. Her face was probaly the most intresting part about her. She had bright red lips and a lip ring. Her skin was an albino white just like mine, but hers was flawless. She had thick black eye brows and liquid bright blue eyes covered top to bottom with mascara, eye shadow, and eyeliner. She had a perfect nose and a hoop nose ring in it. She smiled her perfect white teeth at me and I smiled back. This girl was diffrent. She was not like the others. She was one of them.