the Yell of a Rebel

Renees POV
I threw myself out of bed, I did not want to go to school. Does my mum really believe moving me will stop people bullying me? Im never gonna be accepted, and she needs to accept that.
New school, new bullies.
I opened my wardrobe and looked at my clothes. Mum wants me to dress “fashionably” so ill fit in, nah! What the hell, I would rather like my clothes than have friends.
I tore off my PJs and slid into my outfit. I put a bit of makeup on and backcombed my hair. I picked up my bag and left for school. I was not looking forward.
I walked up the street and knocked on Thomas’ door. He was the only person I would know at this school, and he’s my best friend. He promised to introduce me to every person at this school. Get to know the good, learn to hate the bad.
We walked to school, arm in arm and I got really anxious when I saw it. It was twice as big as my last school, means twice as many people, which means twice as many bitches.
Thomas dragged me over to two guys stood together.
“Dorman, Eli, meet Renee.” I started talking to both of them, they’re really nice!
We went inside and I had to get to my first lesson.
“Hey have any of you got english in E6?” They all shook their heads simultaneously.
“Its next door to mine though, so Ill walk down with you” Eli murmured. He hasn’t said much to me, he seems quiet.
I walked inside my classroom and noticed everyone was already seated. I saw an empty seat next to this person at the back. A boy with really long black hair, and…eyeliner? It doesn’t seem that he has too many friends either. I strolled over to his desk “is this seat taken?” I ask quietly. He looked up at me. He wasn’t just wearing eyeliner, he was wearing a whole set of different types of makeup. He smiled at me “nope, take it.” I sat down and searched through my bagpack. I lay my stuff down and waited for the teacher to arrive. The boy next to me was sat doodling into his notebook.
“So, whats your name?”
“Renee”
“Andy” He seems nice. I started chatting to him, we have a lot in common. I guess we could become friends.
All of a sudden, a boy comes from behind and pulls andys chair backwards. He fell to the ground and I jumped up in shock. Andy didn’t seem shocked. This boy with a snapback stood there staring at him with 3 girls behind him laughing.
Andy jumped straight up and shoved the boy over. God, Andy is REALLY tall.
“Fuck you Justin!” He yelled throwing a hit. Justin went to hit back, but Andy is so much taller and knocked him straight down on his arse.
Just as the teacher walked in…
“Mr Biersack, yet again, still causing trouble Detention”
“Andy is this your girlfriend?” one of them says walking over to me. Andy puts his arm out
“leave her alone Taylor”
“Shes pretty, but whats with that outfit?” She sniggers walking off. God I really hate blonde Barbie cheerleaders.
At lunch I sat with Eli, Dorman and Thomas. I saw Andy across the room, sat with four men. All wearing makeup.
“So, Renee, ready for your first lesson of people in Kerrang high?” Thomas asks, I nod. “You got your genuine nerds, your drama wannabes, your virgins, your sluts, your skinny dippers, your fatties, your emo freaks, band geeks” he points to a few surrounding tables “and the populars. Miley Cyrus, Sluttiest girl you could ever meet! Has slept with nearly every boy in this whole school. Even some like us. None of us have but, Vic, Kellin and Andy have.”
“Andy?”
“Yeah, Andy Biersack. To say hes not popular hes still abit of a man slut. Anyway, then you got Selena Gomez. Justin Biebers girlfriend. Dumbest of the dumb. She doesn’t know jack shit! Justin Bieber, the guy all the girls crush on. Harry, Zayn, Liam, Louis and Niall. All five of them are super close and get all the girls. Harrys going out with miss popular, Taylor Swift. The biggest bitch ever. She can ruin anyones life.”
“Tell me about Andy” I say, interrupting.
“Andrew Dennis Biersack. Extremely tall, wears makeup, skinny, main target for the bullies. Very unpopular but, hes still abit of a dick”
I don’t know what it was but I found Andy so interesting

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