It was Monday. Ugh, why did it have to be Monday?

"Michelle, get up! You'll be late for school!" my mom shouted.

I got up and took a shower. I put on a Black Veil Brides shirt and some black skinnies. I brushed and straightened my brown hair. I put on my makeup. Then I just stood there looking into my hazel eyes, thinking 'why isn't it Friday?'

I didn't want to deal with the shitty drudgeries of school. I'm glad it's senior year and that I can move out when I'm eighteen. I also wanted it to be Friday because I'm going to a Black Veil Brides concert. Hopefully I can meet the band and talk to them.

*Fast forward to after school*

I came home crying. "What's wrong sweetie?" my mom asked.
"I got bullied again today." I replied. By this point my eyeliner was running down my cheeks.
"Honey, don't worry about it. It's only your last week of school, and almost your birthday." my mom said.

"How is that supposed to cheer me up?" I asked, then I went to bed, not even thinking about homework.

*Fast forward to Wednesday*

I woke up that day confident that today would be good, I mean it s my birthday. Now, at this time, you are allowed to drink at eighteen, so I hit the bar that night as a birthday present to myself.

"One beer please" I said to the man behind the counter. He handed me my drink and I went to sit at an empty booth to think about things. A few minutes after I sat down, a handsome man sat down across from me.

"Hey, what's your name?" he asked. Startled by the sudden question, I said "Michelle, how about you?"
"I'm Christian Coma." he said.
Then it hit me. He was in disguise trying to hide from fans, that's why I didn't recognize him.

"Oh my god! Really?" I said.
"Shh, you're attracting attention." he said, "Wanna head over to my place to talk?"
"Uh, sure," I said, with a smile.

We arrived at CC's place. When I got out of the car, I heard music coming from the house.
"Is this your house?" I asked.
"Uh kinda," he said. Then we went inside.