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“Up! Get up! You’ll be late for your first day!” I could feel the mattress shaking from underneath me as my ‘darling’ mother attempted to wake me up for my first day of hell. Sorry, I mean school. I waved my arm out from my duvet, technically signally that I was awake but mainly just hoping that she’d leave me alone.

“Don’t you shake your arm at me. I’m not leaving ‘til you get out.” Feck. Apparently my plan failed. I crawled out from the warmth, scowling as I shuffled to the shower. I don’t talk in the mornings. Ever. I stripped off my oversized shirt and stepped under the flood of water, closing my eyes and letting it wash over me, practically falling asleep again. After nearly slipping over and knocking myself unconscious, I decided to get on with my shampooing my hair, giggling sleepily as the lather tickled my hips as it slid down my body. Conditioning over and done with, and body washed, I climbed out of the bath and caught my foot on the edge, almost killing myself for the second time that morning.

“Bollocks!” I managed to dry myself off with less amount of damage done to my body or the bathroom and wrapped it round me, heaving myself back to my room. Pulling my sky blue skinnies and a misfits tank top over my underwear clad body, tying my towel round my hair in that special way that apparently only girls can, before blow drying and straightening my dyed black hair. There’s nothing sexier than a girl swinging her head down to upside down blow dry. Foundation, mascara and eyeliner later, I stumbled downstairs, clambering for a cup of coffee, smiling with my eyes closed as one was shoved in my hands.

“Drink it quick so you can actually talk to me over breakfast.” My mum chuckled softly. I downed the burning hot liquid, feeling the caffeine hit my stomach and my mouth seemed to spill words of its own accord.

“Do I have to go?”

“Yes.”

“But...”

“Yes.”

“Why Belleville though?” I whined, chewing on my toasted cinnamon bagel, sipping on another mug of coffee.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, of all the places to start over, away from England, why the auto-theft centre of
America?” I muttered. She glared back at me and poked me in the arm. “Ow!”

“Good.” We stuck our tongues out at each other, bursting into a giggling fit. “Come on love, they’ll adore you. Just give it a chance. Please.” How the hell are you suppose to answer that one? I sighed and screwed my nose up at her, and she grinned back. “Good girl. See you later.” I shuffled out of the kitchen, grabbing my backpack and Ipod, shoving my headphones in and blasting Thursday into my brain. No need to think, just following my feet along the route to Hellhole High. Er, Belleville High.

I froze as I saw the huge front of the red bricked school looming out of the fog. Why do I feel like I’m walking into a prison? Bugger. Welcome to my fucking fresh start, Bellville. I could feel my steps getting shorter and shorter as I got closer to the rusted iron gate, humming 'Dust To Dust’ under my breath in an attempt to calm myself. I past the threshold and miraculously didn’t burst into flames, but I could swear that everyone was staring at me. Fresh meat. I felt someone behind me and spun round, accidently pulling my headphones out of my ears, staring straight into the face of some smirking, dark haired jock. Shit.

“Alright, babe.” Eh? I cocked my head and raised my eyebrow.

“I said, alright babe. Are you deaf or something?” He smirked.

“Well maybe I am. Or maybe I was star struck by your popularity and attractiveness. Or maybe, just maybe, I don’t particularly like talking to small dicked, stuck up idiots.” I smiled sweetly up at him and turned on my heel, walking into the massive doorway that guarded the school. Well, good first impression is possibly not a tick. Ah well, I knew I wouldn’t exactly fit in anyway.

I strolled into the office, hit by an overwhelming smell of sickly sweet perfume by the Barbie doll sat behind the desk.

“Er. I’m new.”

“Name?” Blimey. For such a girly looking woman, she had a bloody deep voice.

“Lily. Lily Ascot.” I’m so James Bond. I chuckled internally and watched as she appeared to randomly typed on the keyboard, barely even looking at the screen. I swear that she was just trying to avoid looking at me. Cause I’m all ‘weird’ and stuff. Apparently.

“Oh. Here.” She glared and picked up the piece of paper that had been sat next to her. What the bloody hell had she been typing for if it was on her desk?! Crap. Obviously I’ve been staring at her a wee bit too long cause she’s giving me funny look. I grabbed my timetable and hightailed it out of the wide eyed view of Barbie Mc-Man.

Oh look, maths first. Just what I need when I’ve just woken up. Complicated equations and brain melting numbers. Oh and don’t forget introducing myself to a group of uninterested and judgementally brain dead popular people. I was immediately hit by the boring drone of a stereotypical maths teacher as soon as I walked through the classroom door.

“Oh. You must be Miss Ascot.” I winced at the label.

“Er, yeah. Lily.” I locked my eyes on her face, avoiding looking round at the staring eyes of the rest of the class.

“Well, would you like to tell the class a bit about yourself?” Er, no. She gave me a strange look. Bugger, did I think out loud again. I could hear the suppressed laughter shaking through the room. “Oh. Go and sit down next to... Mr Iero. Frank? Frank? Frank!” A guy with a blonde and black Mohawk almost smacked his face on the desk as his head slipped from the hand he’d been lying on, which he proceeded to shoot in the air. Cute.

I half stumbled, half dragged myself towards the table next to him, Frank apparently.

“Hi. Frank.” Ah yes, definitely Frank. I smiled weakly at him and attempted to slide under the desk. Note to self; wood is not as easy to hide under as a blanket. I could hear him giggle adorably next to me. “So I heard you verbally kicked Gerard Way’s ass this morning.”

“Who?” I could feel my face screwed up in confusion. “Oh. That’s his name is it?”

“Yeah. You’re already a bit of a legend and you’ve only been here two minutes. Oh, and you’re British?” He’s a clever one obviously. I giggled.

“Well aren’t I lucky? All I had to do was tell some twat the truth about himself. And yes, yes I am.” He burst into laughter, trying and failing to basically shove his fist in his mouth so he could cover up. I hid my smile and looked away as the rest of the class turned around to watch him. When they’d eventually stopped gawking and Miss Personality had got their attention, I turned back to Frank.

“So, what do you guys do for fun around here? Apart from gossip about me.” He chuckled again.

“Well, I hang out with my lot. You’ll probably meet them later, if you want to. Apart from that, go to gigs, listen to music. Oh, and I play guitar.” He had this look of adoration on his face as he spoke about playing. I could feel myself smiling softly; he was like a small, excitable child. I could feel myself emotionally adopting him already.

We continued to chat and I nearly killed myself jumping when the bell startled me and the entire class swarmed out of the door, leaving Frank and I hovering slowly at the back.

“What have you got next?” He snatched my timetable out of my hand and squealed. “Ooh, I’m in all of your classes.” Brilliant. Ah well, at least I have someone to chat to. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the open doorway, dragging me into the slowly empting hallway. On the way to English, Frank bumped into some tall, skinny guy who he introduced me to as Mikey, his ‘bestest best friend of all time’. Bless him, the guy could barely stutter out a ‘hello’ to me before blushing from head to toe and he basically tripped over his own embarrassment while scampering off.

Frank continued to drag me between classes, rambling on about the ‘rules’ of popularity and his friends lives, and of course, the love of his life, ‘Pansy’ (I had a giggle at that one), his guitar. By the beginning of lunch, I knew pretty much every detail about his friends; Bob, the blonde drummer who really only talked when he felt he had something important to say. Ray, the afro headed guitarist who liked to freak out the cheerleaders by sucking on crayons and biting them in half. Mikey, of course, the shy bespectacled kid who expressed himself through his bassist and who, apparently, would ‘eventually manage to speak to me without mumbling and falling over’.

I felt like I’d known them for years before I even met them and for once in my life I actually felt excited to meet new people, instead of just feeling like throwing up on their shoes. Once we’d gotten ‘lunch’, that looked more like minced dog meat covered with custard, Frank bounced over to a table with people I recognised through conversation only. I hovered a few seconds behind him, a sudden nervousness washing over me, until I caught sight of three strangers grinning at me, one the colour of a nice ripe tomato, and Frank patting the space next to him on the bench.

By the end of Lunch I had, in the words of Ray, ‘four people that will randomly attack hug you and love you unconditionally’, and, unable to respond, I decided to throw myself onto his lap causing the other three to surround the two of us.

“Fags.” The black haired twat from the morning strolled past the group hug.

“Um, there’s a girl in here too.” I shot my hand up from underneath the pile and saw him pause and stare as the others moved away, smirking at his surprise. I walked over to him, glaring up at him from about half a foot away. “One, they aren’t gay, and two, you got a problem with gay people?” His mouth dropped open and almost fell off when my four little backup buddies gathered round. Mikey even managed to throw his arm around my shoulder and I watched a strange little flicker vibrate through the guy, now known as Gerard Way, before he set his face in a tight line and walked off.

“I love you. Like so much. Please stay, never leave. Please.” We all turned to stare at Bob’s little outburst, I couldn’t help but love the guy.

“Love you too Bob.” I declared as I waited for him to sit down and plonked myself on his lap, his arms wrapping themselves around my waist. I could feel myself grinning inwardly, happy for the first time in like forever. Awh, I have friends. Go me.