Dear Reader, There are a few characters in this story which I've never mentioned before in any of my other stories. But please, don't worry, the will be cleared on my profile or in future stories. BTW, I have a new DeviantArt account. Look for me, I'm Sam1105!

-Rima Goes Goth Part 2-

I watched my friends walk off in different directions. Now I wished I had asked them to stay with me. I felt a lump in my throat that just wouldn't go down, no matter how hard I tried to swallow it away. I touched the door knob, pushing the key into the lock and turning it to the left. Once the door was unlocked, I took a deep breath and swung it open. I entered slowly, taking a look around, and quietly closing the door behind me. I waited at the front door for my mother to greet me. I heard her footsteps coming towards the door from the kitchen. When she turned the corner, her eyes met mine and the smile she had vanished from view.

"H-hi mom,"I muttered. She dropped the pitcher of water she was holding. Pieces of glass flew in every direction and water splashed back onto my mother. The sound of breaking glass broke my heart, knowing my mother didn't approve of her own daughter. I stared at her as her face grew red.

"What is this?,"she asked in a tone of anger. I looked down at my clothes.

"I-I just decided to make a new look for myself and-" She snatched the shopping bags from my hands.

"Where did you get the money for all these clothes?,"she asked. I stared at her.

"The money is mine, that I've been saving."

"YOUR SAVINGS?,"she shouted,"You spent your savings on THIS CRAP? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE IMAGE I MADE YOU?" I felt the tears in my eyes suddenly and I couldn't hold them in.

"Mom, don't yell at me."

"Have you gone CRAZY? HAVE YOU? What will your family think seeing you dressed like this? People will stare at you and talk about you, Rima!" I shook my head.

"WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK?,"I screamed. My mother's eyes grew. "YOU ALWAYS CARE ABOUT WHAT OTHERS HAVE TO SAY ABOUT OUR FAMILY! DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW DRESSING THIS WAY MAKES ME FEEL? WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S OPINONS MOM?" She stayed quiet as I cried. I snatched the bags back from her. "My boyfriend likes the way I look, my friends like the way I look and I like the way I look. I don't care about what you have to say." I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door, locking it behind me.

I threw my bags of clothes in the closet and sat on my bed. Tears continued to fall from my eyes, even though I didn't want them to. There was a sudden knock on my window. Since I was on the second floor, I knew it was Kyle at the window. I opened it and let him and his broom in. He looked down at me.

"I figured your mother wouldn't take it well,"he sighed. I nodded.

"So did I."

"Was it that bad." I nodded again.

"She dropped a whole pitcher of water." He bit his botton lip.

"Gosh..."

"I know." I wiped the tears from my face and walked over to my closet. I pulled the clothes out of the shopping bags and grabbed hangers to hang them up. Kyle raised an eyebrow at me.

"Your not gonna take those back to the shop?,"he asked me. I turned to him and shook my head.

"No way."

"But your mother-"

"I don't care Kyle. She's gonna have to get used to it like everyone else." He smiled at me.

"Sassy,"he mumbled, holding in a laugh. I rolled my eyes and continued hanging my new clothes.

For school the next morning, I got dressed in a dress I brought yesterday. Red had showed me how to apply fast morning make-up and gave me some for free, which I used that morning as well. I looked at myself in the mirror as I applied some clear lip gloss. I smiled. Finally, I like the way I look. No more pink! WHOOP! I grabbed my new bag and headed out. My father stopped me at the bottom of the stairs and sighed before he handed me five dollars. I ignored his sigh and took the money, walking out without saying goodbye. Outside, Kyle sat at the bottom of my staircase. He looked up at me and smiled.

"You weren't lying,"he said. I shook my head.

"Nope. I told you already, they're gonna have to get used to it." He nodded.

"Good. They're too judgemental. It's annoying how perfect they try to be sometimes. They needed a change." We walked down the sidewalk, exchanging glances every now and then. For once, he held my hand outside. He never did that, since he doesn't like PDA outside. He doesn't like people in his buisness. I blushed and looked up at him. He looked straight ahead, his hood covering his face. He doesn't want me to see him blushing. Hahahaha! I smiled to myself and waved to Fanboy and Chum Chum as we approached the bus stop.

"Rima! You did it!,"Fanboy smiled. I smiled weakly.

"Yeah, but my parents don't like it,"I replied. They sighed.

"Stinks...,"Chum Chum said,"I like it though."

"Thanks,"I giggled. The bus pulled up and we hopped on. Once seated, I took out my pocket mirror, just to make sure I looked okay. I still wasn't totally used to my new look, but don't get me wrong, I really loved it. The bus stopped again and Yo and her friends entered. Usually, Yo would take the time to compliment me on one of my pink and sparkly outfits. Today though, Yo did this:

"RIMA! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" Her friends gasped at my appearence. Kyle stared at them.

"Leave her alone!,"he shouted,"Her choices are none of your buisness!" I hid behind my hair as Kyle defended me. Yo sat infront of me as the bus started moving.

"Did he do this to you?,"she asked me, pointing to Kyle. I looked up at her and shook my head.

"He didn't do anything to me. I wanted to dress like this. Is that okay?"

"B-but, you were soo pretty Rima!"

"And she still is!,"Kyle yelled,"Now BACK OFF!" Yo mumbled something under her breath before walking to her regular seat at the next stop. Her friends stared at me before following her to the middle of the bus. Fanboy and Chum Chum stucke their tounges out at them. I smiled at Kyle, who actually smiled back.

"Thank you,"I said to him. He blushed before turning away from me. When the bus stopped infront of the school, Kyle grabbed my bag for me. Fanboy and Chum Chum grabbed one of my hands each. I giggled. "Did you guys plan this or something?,"I asked. No one answered. I smiled at how obvious it was that the boys were trying to support me. Kyle probably told them about how my mother freaked out last night. We walked into school and down the dark hallway, where all the "freaks" and "weirdos" lived. Kyle's friends stared at me.

"Who's that?,"they asked him. One girl pushed her face close to mine to get a better look.

"Ha! You dumped your old glitter girl, huh?,"she giggled. I growled at her.

"I AM the glitter girl!,"I shouted at her,"I never wanted to be in the first place!" His friends smiled at me. Kyle crossed his arms.

"Yeah Fawn, relax,"he giggled. She placed her hands on her hips and backed away, still keeping her gaze on me before finally giving a smile to Kyle. Fanboy and Chum Chum hid behind me as a pierced and quite big gothic boy inspected their capes.

"Cool,"he said to them. The smiled meakley. I giggled as more teens circled around me.

"So, your one of us now?,"Fawn asked me. I looked up at Kyle who nodded at me.

"I-I guess I am,"I studdered. They smiled at me, revealing either braces or more randomly placed piercings that made Fanboy squeak.

"Okay then, we'll call you Sprinkles,"Fawn smiled,"Since your still kinda peppy." I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Sprinkles?"

"Yeah, Sprinkles. Problem with that?" I pouted my lip and shook my head. She probably only gave me such a crappy nickname because she didn't like me. Secretly, I think she likes Kyle too. I crossed my arms as people patted me on the back, all saying,"Congrats Sprinkles." Kyle giggled in the corner. I didn't mind the stupid name though, as long as I was finally able to express myself, I was fine. Fanboy turned to me once the crowd died down.

"Please, never take me through this hallway again,"he pleaded. Chum Chum nodded in agreement. I hugged Fanboy and walked them out of the dark hall.