The new girl in town

"Do I really have to go to this new school?" I asked my mom pulling out my phone, still no new texts from Trent. She gave me a look that clearly said 'don't even star with me' I sighed and slid down in my seat and looked down at the outfit the school required me to wear. I felt like one of those preppy girls from the movies that ruled the whole school. I would much rather be in my grey skinny jeans and my ‘I eat scene kids’ shirt, but I was going to try and be good at this school. Luckily I still got to wear my Black veil brides rebel jacket, by seven black veil brides bracelets and my awesome shin high converse.
“Just try and make it through today, ok?” I didn’t know what she meant so I turned to look at her and my eyes got really huge, I’m surprised that my stare didn’t burn holes in the three front and center Black veil brides tickets my mom had in her hand.
“Ok mom you’re officially the best person ever.”
“I don’t know, I think Trent would beg to differ.” She said pointing out my window and I almost fainted seeing my best friend and brother Trent standing outside my new enormous school, only when I looked closer did I realize that he was not in his normal skinny jeans, band t-shirt, and beanie. The only thing he was wearing that gave him anything that made him look like Trent were his piercings and his dirty converse. I giggled and turned back to my mom, “that’s the closest thing to ‘normal’ I’ve ever seen Trent wear.” I said still giggling but then it occurred to me. ”Ok, so am I correct to assume one of those is for me, and one is for him, but who is the third one for?”
“That’s up to you, I figure that if you make a friend who has common interests, then you could invite them.” I squealed
“Ok sweetheart, you’re going to be late.”
“MOOOOM!!!” I yelled, I hated when she called me ‘sweetheart’ “How many times do I have to tell you mom, my heart is completely black and dead inside.” We laughed at our joke and I got out of the car and ran into Trent’s outstretched arms.
“Hey ghost girl.” He whispered into my hair.
“Wow you must’ve missed me, I’ve only been gone for a week.” I said jokingly. Then I punched him remembering something ”WHY HAVEN’T YOU TEXTED ME?!”
“OW! I’m sorry, things are umm… busy at home.” He said looking at the ground. I looked at him then his arm, and I shoved his sleeve up and saw that he had six new cuts on each arm, but they all looked about a day or two old. I pulled his sleeves back down and hugged him.
“Since when do you hug me for cutting myself.”
“Because I know that these ones are because of me.” We stood there and hugged for a few minutes and then the bell rung, telling us it was time for class.

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