Jinxx’s POV

It took a few months, but sooner than later, Black Veil Brides set out on another world tour. Aunt Adrienne would be with us for a while, and I was beyond excited. While Dad was around, I begged to get a nose piercing and letting me have gauges. I somehow talked him into it and I was stoked. Of course I didn’t ask for the septum because I knew he would say no, so I planned on getting it anyway and just hide it.

One thing that took a bit of more lady balls than I actually had was getting everyone to notice me a bit more. It took coming down the stairs in really bright clothes, which were pretty wild for anyone to notice me. That and I may have taken every single TV controller in the house, along with the video game controllers. Let’s just say, they have no clue where to look (the garage). The upsides of eating alone were that I could make my own meals and eat what I wanted, which consisted of vegan stuff and no meats. When I forced my way into family dinner, I had to force down what they were all eating. It was rather disgusting in my opinion. Do you know how many animals you can save from foul treatment and abuse by not eating meat? Or even dairy products?

At least I got noticed though. Dad had asked questions and showed interest in what I was up to. I told him how I had all A’s and was still first chair in music. He was impressed. I think I scared him when I told him I was in 7th grade, and about to be in 8th. He began to realize how much he had missed out on. It was about two and a half years, give or take some time. We began to get closer as the time drew nearer for him to leave for tour, and this time, I would actually miss him.

While they were gone for the first month, I tried to get closer to Eve and Kellin. They however had no interest in me, and had more interest in each other. I was okay with that however, I got to spend more time on my music. On another positive note, Dad had seen how worn out my clothes were and had taken me shopping for the first time in several years. I made sure to get several pairs of jeans, a pair of combat boots, and plenty of shirts and a few more coats. Once I had my new clothes, I donated some of the old clothes that I no longer wanted.

One thing I noticed was that Eve and Kellin were beginning to become brats. I could not stand them much longer. I avoided them. Even Andy Dawn was a brat. She made me want to take her long hair and yank it and drag her into the pool. The girl had an attitude that was sky high and an ego to match. I respect her struggles and all that she had done for us, but I do not respect her. She treats me like shit and expects it to be okay.

It was in the last few weeks of school that life got difficult once again. The stupid ignorant meat heads (that lacked brains and would starve Zombies) jumped me. They pushed me down and when I was down, they kicked me in the ribs and stepped on my wrist. With the noise it made, and the instant pain, I knew it was broken. With nothing much to lose now, I got up and I decked the so hard that she fell down. I then hit her guy friend in the crotch and stormed off after gathering my stuff.

When I got home, I was crying in pain. Aunt Adrienne took me to the ER where they took an X-ray, put a cast on it and said it would take all of summer vacation to heal, and I would need physical therapy to help it. Not only would I not be able to play any instruments, I would not be able to ride Mystic or compete, nor would I be able to do my martial arts. Lovely. At least I finally hit the bitch back in the face and don’t have to deal with her until the start of next year. My aunt wasn’t too upset. She was proud that I finally stood up for myself.

Since I couldn’t do anything I loved, I did what any 12 would do, get into trouble. Kidding. Kind of. Since it was my left wrist that was broken, I could still write with my right hand. I had made a few friends at some of the meets recently before I broke my wrist. Let’s just say that they weren’t star students but they weren’t terrible people either. We respected each other and had a blast doing whatever we got our selves into. All of summer break was spent having fun and sneaking around. We went tagging, went and helped the homeless (like I said, not bad people) and went to the beach. Aunt Adrienne was glad to let me go and hang out with friends, as long as I didn’t get myself arrested or do drugs. I had no intention to do either, so everything was fine.

I did however acquire a love for street art. There was something about it that was awing and intense that made me love it. We also had a thing for going into abandoned buildings. Some which were highly haunted. There were moments where a room would be cold as ice and it was hot as hell outside. We heard things that were unexplainable and saw things that scared us, which made us want to do it more. We wanted to get answers and have fun.

The group I hung out with was older than me (about 15) but they didn’t mind me being younger. I acted more mature for my age, and blended right in with my piercings. They knew my real name but called me Kendall anyways, and they called me KC. I didn’t mind either. The person I was closest to was Jackie. She reminded me a lot of Jack Barakat. She loved a good time, and loved her alcohol. Jackie was sweet, incredibly kind and very fun to be around. There was also Zero. Her real name was something like Mitchie but she hated the name. Zero was what she felt when she was at peace. She was a neutral person and often balanced out Jackie and her wild personality. Then there were the guys of the group. Nate was funny and caring while his twin brother Shane was a player, but also very nice.

I fit into the equation of the group, because I was a bit of all of them (except for Shane) and had the same great sense of humor they had. We spent many nights awake and many mornings wishing we had gone to bed before 6 am. Summer overall was very fun. It was something I enjoyed and would do again.

Dad came back a few days before school started once again. He knew about my wrist but didn’t ask about how it happened. Again, Andy Dawn was having issues. Apparently, Lexy had to have her 51050ed because she had resorted to a habit of her teenage years. I knew that people who struggled with eating disorders often faced a chance of later on in life struggling with it. That made me worry for dad, because I would pick up on it far sooner than anyone else would. But that also made me feel safer, because if I picked up on it, I would tell someone like Jake or something. I would not let it get too far. I knew everyone would be on edge for a while and that dad would possibly not slip up, but something in me knew he would.

Notes

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