In the end (literally)

Beep. Shut up. Not again. Fucking hell. Looks like I have time face hell today. Yesterday I bunked with Greg and it was fun, his parents were out (hes gay, don't excite yourselves) so we went and watched American Horror Story on Netflix and filmed his next few (hundred) videos. Trust me, it's discomforting when a camera is being shoved in your face constantly...how did he even get the name Onision?
Anyway...I get ready and leave for hell- I mean school- getting strange looks from my neighbours. Yes, people, there is such thing as a girl who doesn't suffocate herself in makeup every day. Or have bleach blonde hair. Even.if it does go all fluffy and blonde at the front, pain of having stupid hair I'm afraid. Greg pokes me and I scream.
"So how is this plan to run away coming on?" I look confused for a minute then I remember: I told Greg everything...how I'd run away and become a guitarist in a band, but I left out the self harm aspect...he has strong views.
I really wish I was confident to sing in front of people but I'm not sure if I'm good, doubt it. I like to sing whilst playing guitar but never with an audience bigger than my cats. I think I can sing pretty well and if I ever got the chance I would love to be a front man/woman. I know I can scream...oh yes. Greg and Alex (my other friend) both think I'm being wussy and that singing in front of people is no biggie but no one understands. I feel so anxious to do anything involved in attention being drawn in my direction....im just an unspoken and stepped on piece of shit at school. Actually, no, people do go out there way to connect with me and acknowledge my existence but this is never a good thing since they all decide to take it upon themselves to make me as miserable as possible.
"Oh...errr....good" I realise I had just zoned out. Oops. I enter the school gates and sit I.my usual spot. At the back. Out of the way. Next to an empty chair. It really sucks that Alex and Greg have different classes to me.
"Class, we have a new person today...Will you introduce yourself young sir?" Mr Urie sings in his sarcastic voice. I continue to look down at my song book and think about what rhymes with door...whore(?)...not going there again.
"My name is Andy, Andy Biersack" a low, strangely beautiful voice calls from the front of the class room. I shoot a quick glance up and see, oh wow, the most good-looking creature known to man...my alternative alarm bells were screaming in my head. My chest was pounding...shit no don't come over here please. He kept walking until he occupied the seat next to me. Don't move. God no, stop fiddling with your hair. Omg, Taylor, you're just as pathetic as those boy obsessed pricks. Get a grip.
"Hello, My name's Andy. What's yours?"
Shit.
"Errrr...my names Taylor. N-nice to meet you Andy, you new in this area?" I try to control my shaking voice.
"Yes but I've travelled up here a lot to perform with the rest of my band. It was getting annoying so I moved up to live with my mum's close friends" He's in a band?
"Youre in a band? What are they called?"
Too many questions, Taylor. Let him breathe.
"Yea and they're called Black veil brides. I don't know if you'd know much of the music genre but we play metal. I also love rock...and I gotta admit but screaming has become a hobby..." I let this sink in. Wow.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a bit of a music nerd...sorry if I go on a bit"
"No...its fine. And I love metal and rock and punk....and screamo. I play the guitar"
Mr Urie taps the Borland and begins to talk about some strip club or something that happened to 'his dad's probably last week. Give up the ghost, you know that you're a massive pervert really.
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Andy came to hang around with us at lunch, he seems nice as well as being pretty fucking sexy. Those three sang a little Green Day whilst I sat there awkwardly dying in my pathetic awkwardness. Why can't I think normally? Then we left Greg and Andy by our 'sacred tree' that we found last year when we first became friends.
I had mixed in with the wrong people in year 7, they used me to make up numbers and knew I was weak so I'd give in to anything. I think I've grown a backbone since then, after showing them how awkward I was when I was angry. I don't normally get angry, I'm more of a regret kind of person. I tend to drown myself in my troubles through cutting. It's less painful than facing them.
Me and Alex went to the girls bathroom to pee, talk, whatever and then as soon as we got in there she blurted out:
"Taylor you little slut, it's so obvious you're into him!"
I shrug and deny it, I don't need to be shy around Alex. She's everything to me. Before I can deny it she starts going on about how me and Andy would 'make such cute children' and 'be great anarchist partners'. I couldn't now deny the redness in my cheeks.
"Ok, ok but I don't see how this makes me a slut!" I laugh as she bounces around the toilets.
"I have a plan to get him to like you before Greg gets there first" she whispers
"What if he's gay?" I say, no joke I am pretty concerned to be honest. There's every possibility he's gay. Hot guys tend to be gay. Damn it but it's true.
"He was checking you out, now shut your hole and listen..."

Notes

Did another chapter. Hope you like....still new to this but quite enjoy writing these. Tell me if it's boring.