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My Life As A Teenage Emo
« Thread Started on Jun 3, 2007, 5:11pm »

Hello there all. Let me introduce myself, my name is Whitney, but most people call me Dex(don't bother asking why because teh story should explain it.) Well, this story isn't too sad so hope that you aren't hoping too much, but this is the only catagory it really fit. I is going to have lots of comedy along with sadness and suspense. I decided to write this so that my friend could draw a comic for it and for us it evoloved into more we have the whole story plotted out but we only have one chapter down on paper and here it is.

My Life As A Teenage Emo

Chapter One

We all know it is hard going to a new school, especially when you are dark, sensitive, and have low self-esteem as I do.

I walked down the hall to my first class at my new school. I kept my hands securely in the pockets of my Hawthorne Heights hoodie as I walked.

Here we go, room 107 I took a deep breath and pushed the door slowly open. It was a normal classroom, the cinder block walls, desks, a chalkboard all seemed so familiar but so different at the same time. I crossed the room toward the teachers desk and handed him the schedule card the front office had given me.

"Class," he said standing up from his desk after looking over the card, "we have a new student. Alexander Wolfe" the class didn’t seem to be interested in my arrival.

"I’m Mr. Smith, but most of the kids call me Earl. There is an empty desk near the back," he said extending one of his many slender fingers to point to an unoccupied desk, "you can sit there."

I walked down the aisle, it seemed that everyone stared as I walked. This place is a bit strange. I thought to myself. One minute people could care less who the hell you are and what you are doing here, and the next they are staring at you like you are a freak show. I rolled my eyes at all of the onlookers and kept walking.

When I reached the desk I grabbed the underside of the desk to sit as I had done for as long as I can remember. This time, something was different. There was something sticky on the bottom, I pulled my hand away along with the freshly chewed gum my hand had somehow managed to sink into.

Great, my first day and I get to embarrass myself. I looked at my schedule there was only one minute left in the hour which I assumed was the reason Earl wasn’t standing in front of the class lecturing about World War II or some other historical facts that no one would remember after the test was given.

The bell sounded as soon as this thought exited my head. I gathered the my backpack and made my way to the door. Just like the school I had attended I was the first person out of the classroom.

I walked down a crowed hall, not a ghost hall this time. Packed with people who stood in big groups and mad it hard for those of us who wished to get to our classes on time to do so. At least today I had an excuse, I was new I could say that I had gotten lost even though the school wasn’t very big at all.

I kept getting strange looks from some of the students, well most for that matter. I had noticed that in this school most of it was made up of preps and jocks I had yet to see anyone remotely like myself.

I finally made it to my second class after having to force my way through the mass of people who so rudely clogged the hallway.

Again I handed my schedule to the teacher and she introduced herself to me and then me to the class who like in first hour hadn’t seemed to care much that I was there. I went through the same routine with the rest of my classes as well. I had managed to accomplish one thing that day, memorizing the names of my teachers.

First Hour: Mr. Smith(Earl) - World History
Second Hour: Mrs. Richardson - Geometry
Third Hour: Mrs. Davis - Biology II
Fourth Hour: Coach Sanders - P.E.
Fifth Hour: Mrs. Garcia - Spanish I
Sixth Hour: Mrs: Howard - English II
Seventh Hour: Mrs. Jamison - Fine Arts

I wrote this down in a neat chart as I waited for the bell to signal the start of seventh hour. I had been able to get away with meeting the teacher before the class arrived. She told me that I had arrived just in time to start our group project.

The class filed in just before the bell sounded, they took their seats and Mrs. Jamison began to explain what the project was.

It turned out to be something easy, or for me at least. I had already done this project at my past school.

"You must make a pinata." she told them, "It’s due in a month since you will only have class time to work on it. Unless you see that you are falling behind and ask permission for your partner and yourself to work on it at home."

She showed us where the supplies were located and then handed out our rubrics.

"Now," she said, "is there anyone who will volunteer to partner with Alex since he is new?" No one raised their hands. Great, it seems that I am the lone dark soul in this school full of preps. He looked around the room, still no hands raised. I looked back at Mrs. Jamison who was now smiling. I followed her gaze to a girl in the back her hand was up.

"Thank you Kris, I’m sure that Alex is very grateful." she said, "Now, everyone else please pick your partners and then you can begin." She walked back over to her desk and it looked as if she had started grading
papers.

I sat there for a moment and then looked in toward the back of the room at the girl who was called Kris. So, I’m not alone. I thought, I looked at the way she was dressed and the way she acted. I hesitated before I made my way over to her.

Her head was lowered over a sketch pad and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could see hints of dark red scattered throughout. Her eyeliner was a little thick but not so much that it made her seem gothic, just dark.

I sat in the desk in front of her, being as quiet as I could hoping not to disturb the artist at work. Alas, I failed. She didn’t seem to mind though. She looked up and sat her pencil on top of the pad. "Kris," she spoke softly and gave a weak smile.

I was startled by her eyes. They were such a brilliant blue and were made more so by the black around them. No wonder she wears it thick, it suits her.

"Alex," I said with a wide grin after a few seconds of silence.

"So," she said hesitantly, "I don’t know what you like exactly but I think we should do a spider or a bat. They seem easy right?"

"Actually, I’ve already had to do this project once this year and I did a spider, it was fairly easy. I say we stick with that."

She smiled, "Good," she picked up her pencil and started to shade. A few minutes later she held up the sketch pad for me to see, it was a spider. She smiled at me and closed the sketch book.

"You know," she said startling me at first by how much more stable her voice sounded, "I have you in most of my classes."

"Really? Which ones?"

"I have third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh with you. I have geometry first hour and World History second hour."

"So it’s our first two classes that are swapped."

"Yea, I guess so. Five minutes til the bell." She said glancing at the clock on the back wall. "Oh!" she said pulling out her sketch book. "I drew something today, before we met though." she opened the book and flipped to the page before the spider drawing and held it up for me to see.

"Is that me?"

"Sure is."

"That’s really well drawn, you drew that today?"

"Sure did, started it in third hour."

"Well, there’s the bell. Better get going. See you tomorrow." I said gathering my things and heading for the door.

I rode the bus home. It was full of preps and jocks all being loud and starting to give me a headache. I was thankful when I was able to get off of the crowed bus and into my quiet room. My mother wasn’t home yet, she worked from 2 to 9 on most days, so I rarely saw her anymore. As for my dad, I never really met him. He stuck around until I was around 5 or 6 and then he walked out on us.

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