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I just finished getting ready for school. A black shirt and dark blue jeans will do.
Today, I was actually going to school.
See, I am a rebel-type boy who hates school. It is true, because I all ways get smart remarks from all the bitches at school who think they are so great in their colorful gay clothes. I like to dress plain and black, emo style. My hair is just in my face- I am not into that Mohawk crap. Well, I am just surprised I even made it to the tenth grade.

I went down the stairs, into the garage. I looked at the Ford Mercury in front of me, considering if I should drive it or not. It was Jason's, my step dad's car.
Jason would kill me if I did, because I don't eve have my permit yet. He already hates me anyway. Well, fuck it I'll just walk.
And with that, I shrugged my shoulders and walked out.
School is not that far away up the street, I could have drove, but I don't really care.
When I reached the school ground, I hear snickers from all the bitches.
"Omg Gerard actually came today"
"Wow. Will he show up tomorrow?"
"Haha he probably won't," they said.
I walked up to them and said, "Why do you care so much about me?" in a disgusted voice. They were silent, as if they never had an emo kid talk to them.

I shook my head and walked away. I slid on my headphones and turned on my iPod and blasted Seventy Times Seven by Brand New in my ears. Even though we weren't supposed to have iPods on school grounds, I didn't really care.
So what if the principle has to kick me out? Jason won't care if this is the 8th detention I had this month. He would just beat me up.

I don't even know who my real parents are. I once found a box, with pictures in it, but I don't know for sure. I once found a picture of a girl and two parents. But that girl is probably like, 40 now. Besides, no matter how hard I try I will never get a girl.
Not paying attention to everything around me, I ran into someone. No, more like tripped onto her.
"Oh I am so sorry," she started.
"Oh, no that's ok I don't really care," I said with a little laugh.
I looked up at her. She had grey eyes, like me, and black greasy hair, and was wearing a plain black shirt with a red plaid skirt and fishnets, and her shoes were converses.
She seems like...me, in a weirdly familiar way...
"Uh, have I seen you? At all somewhere?" she asked, keeping her strong grey eyes on my face.
"Yeah, maybe at school," I said rudely.
"Oh yeah. Maybe. I don't know."
Danmit- why did I say that?
"Ok sorry. I am just in a bad mood," I apologized.
"It's okay."
"But you do look really familiar..." I faded off.
"Well, okay. I guess we did just see eachoher at school or something," she said. This was a moment where we were supposed to walk away. But she kept looking at my face.
"Hey, do you want to come over after school or something?" I asked.
She looked at the school for a second, then smiled. "How about now?"
"Huh?"
"Can we go right now?" it sounded more like a statement.
"Oh ok. I'm good with ditching school."
We started walking. Just like that.