The Children Who God Forgot (Andy Biersack)

School supplies. That was what I was looking for. The new school year started in 2 weeks and it hadn't even crossed my mind until this morning. Yet somehow I ended up in the record shop. I was looking around the indie music section, searching for bands I liked and my mother would allow me to listen to. I picked up a CD from a band I used to listen to quite a lot. I never listened to their new album. My mother didn't allow it. I had bought it and was very excited about it but my mother wanted to listen to it herself before she would give it to me. She sadly enough broke it and threw it in the trash, saying ' they were preaching the word of the Devil'. Sometimes my mother would say the weirdest things. Sadly enough I was stuck with her. I wasn't really paying attention to what I was doing as I was way to focused on the album art. I suddenly hurt a loud laugh behind me and someone bumped into me. I fell down but just before I could hit the ground someone grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

" Are you alright?" A voice asked. I looked up and saw someone with black hair and black circles around his eyes. He wore a leather jacket, with a ripped shirt and ripped jeans. I stared at him, too scared to say anything and the guy looked confused at me, wondering why I wouldn't say anything.

" CC, stop scaring that gir!" another deep voice said as the guy was hugged from behind by Andrew Biersack. I was surprised to see him atleast. He had a big smile on his face and looked very happy. They both looked like normal teenagers. Besides the whole make up and satanic thing.

" Hey, sorry for that. My name is Andy." he said as he stuck his hand forward, waiting for me to shake it. I slowly stuck my hand forward and shook his.

" I'm Devon." I responded softly.

" Hey, are you into that band?" He asked, looking at the CD I held in my other hand.

" Well, I used to be." I said, a bit more confident.

" Can I have it? I was looking for that. The new album sounds sick, have you listened to it?"

" You can have it. My mother doesn't allow me to listen to them anyways." I said to him and handed him the CD.

" Oh, wait you're a Morisson. Don't know how you could stick around with a mom like that." I gave the CD to Andrew and just smiled. I didn't want to agree with him. I loved my mother, she might be strict but she is still my mother and you should love your parents
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Andrew was admiring the album when there was a loud crash outside. Quickly he shoved the CD in my hands and ran outside with the other guy, CC. I placed the CD back where I found it and walked outside wanting to know what know what happened. What I saw there completly changed my mind about Andrew. There he was on the ground helping an old lady. Her groceries had fallen all over the floor.

" Let me carry those for you." Andrew said towards the lady and she thanked him. He offered to go get some plastics bags for her and did everything to make sure she was fine.

" He's always like that." CC said, who stood next to me.

" What do you mean?" I asked confused.

" He always wants to help others. Once a woman started beating him with her bags when he tried to help her. He had some nasty bruises but the dumbass still tries to help. He's like a fucking saint or something."

" I wouldn't say a saint." I responded.

" O yeah, you're religious. Sorry for that." CC said. I was surprised that he apologized. When Chloe compared someone to a saint, she would look at me weird when I told her not to compare someone to a saint.

"I'm going to help the dickhead." CC said as he shook his head and walked towards the woman.

I turned my back at the sight. I couldn't feel something for those kind of people. My mother had raised me better. Yet I felt that I wanted to hang around them for longer. I barely talked to them but they seemed so laid back. I actually liked talking to them. It was wrong of me, I shouldn't hang around people like that. That is bad for you. What if I became like that? I should ask Mathilda or Mary about it. I knew that Chloe would tell me to do something stupid. She was a great friend but not as religious as the rest of us. She and her family were quite open. I had out of the four of us still the strictest mother. I would always win that award. I decided to start doing the things that I was actually here for.

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