"Time goes quickly when you're having fun.", chapter 1
"Get up"
I groaned.
"I said get up" mum called again.
I didn't want to go to school. Mum didn't understand. I didn't fit in at my old school, why should this school be any different? I used to do anything to stay away from school, and when I did, I was always caught.
"GET UP!!"
I rolled out of bed landing with a thump on the floor. Mum must have heard.
"Good Sasha. Now all you have to do is get ready for school." I hated it when mum used her mocking voice, as if I was dumb.
I got up off the floor and looked into my mirror. God only knows what Keyleigh would do if she saw me with no make-up on and hair like a bush. She was my old bully who believed that every girl should wear fancy make-up, wear mini skirts, e.c.t and have neat, 'perfect', silky, shiny, natural hair. Well, I was, and am the complete opposite of that. I have died black, mid length, frizzy hair, which is always far from perfect, and really thick black eyeliner. That was probably the reason why I had no friends, because I was different. Other girls didn't want to turn out like 'me', so they followed the cow's (Keyleigh's) trends: hair, make-up, bulling me. Of course, she was also a boy magnet, so boys did everything she said, just to go out with her, then get dumped. The main part was 'doing everything she said'. I.E. avoid me. Of course, that meant I had no friends.
While thinking about this, I had put on a black vest top, a black waistcoat, a black and pink tie, quite baggy jeans, a black jacket, black converses, black eye shadow, and black eyeliner. Something Keyleigh would call 'different'. Something I call 'me'. Oh, and I'm not a Goth either, Keyleigh.
"Come on Sasha. You'll be late."
"Fuck off." I murmured under my breath.
At school. Well. All I have to do now is find my form. Ah found it and already I'm being stared at like I'm shit. And I've already found a 'Keyleigh' and followers, also with boys. Of course, like my old school, jocks, although there was one boy who had electric blue hair and a 'Ramones' t-shirt on, passionately making out with the leader. Now he was no Keyleigh boy.
The bell went. I entered the classroom after everyone else had gone in, and I had seen the blue haired guy enter the next classroom. The teacher sat me down next to a boy called Jason White. We introduced ourselves and got talking. Surprisingly we were talking about my passion. Music. Apparently he could play guitar and said that he was ok at it.
"Hey. You've gotta meet Billie. Billie Joe. He is fucking awesome on the guitar." Jason suddenly said.
"Umm, Ok"
"We'll have to wait."
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions and then I won't lie."
I saw Miss walk out, and heard a door slam near by.
"Perfect." Jason said, and he banged hard against the wall. There was a reply bang and a 'what?'
"I'll meet you at lunch. I've got something to show you."
I didn't like to be known as 'something'. Then again, I was known as 'it' and 'the thing' at my old school.
"What?"
"A surprise. Gotta go. Miss Wilkins is back."
Jason turned around from the wall.
"Hey, we're meeting him at lunch."
"Uh-hur" I replied. I was staring out of the window, trying not to cry. I was nothing at my old school, I didn't want to be nothing here.
"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong? Hello? ... Oh."
He had realised.
"Sorry for saying you were 'something' instead of 'some one'. You just don't know Billie Joe Armstrong."
"S'ok." I replied. "Just past experiences and shit."
"Oh". Jason had got the message.
I groaned.
"I said get up" mum called again.
I didn't want to go to school. Mum didn't understand. I didn't fit in at my old school, why should this school be any different? I used to do anything to stay away from school, and when I did, I was always caught.
"GET UP!!"
I rolled out of bed landing with a thump on the floor. Mum must have heard.
"Good Sasha. Now all you have to do is get ready for school." I hated it when mum used her mocking voice, as if I was dumb.
I got up off the floor and looked into my mirror. God only knows what Keyleigh would do if she saw me with no make-up on and hair like a bush. She was my old bully who believed that every girl should wear fancy make-up, wear mini skirts, e.c.t and have neat, 'perfect', silky, shiny, natural hair. Well, I was, and am the complete opposite of that. I have died black, mid length, frizzy hair, which is always far from perfect, and really thick black eyeliner. That was probably the reason why I had no friends, because I was different. Other girls didn't want to turn out like 'me', so they followed the cow's (Keyleigh's) trends: hair, make-up, bulling me. Of course, she was also a boy magnet, so boys did everything she said, just to go out with her, then get dumped. The main part was 'doing everything she said'. I.E. avoid me. Of course, that meant I had no friends.
While thinking about this, I had put on a black vest top, a black waistcoat, a black and pink tie, quite baggy jeans, a black jacket, black converses, black eye shadow, and black eyeliner. Something Keyleigh would call 'different'. Something I call 'me'. Oh, and I'm not a Goth either, Keyleigh.
"Come on Sasha. You'll be late."
"Fuck off." I murmured under my breath.
At school. Well. All I have to do now is find my form. Ah found it and already I'm being stared at like I'm shit. And I've already found a 'Keyleigh' and followers, also with boys. Of course, like my old school, jocks, although there was one boy who had electric blue hair and a 'Ramones' t-shirt on, passionately making out with the leader. Now he was no Keyleigh boy.
The bell went. I entered the classroom after everyone else had gone in, and I had seen the blue haired guy enter the next classroom. The teacher sat me down next to a boy called Jason White. We introduced ourselves and got talking. Surprisingly we were talking about my passion. Music. Apparently he could play guitar and said that he was ok at it.
"Hey. You've gotta meet Billie. Billie Joe. He is fucking awesome on the guitar." Jason suddenly said.
"Umm, Ok"
"We'll have to wait."
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions and then I won't lie."
I saw Miss walk out, and heard a door slam near by.
"Perfect." Jason said, and he banged hard against the wall. There was a reply bang and a 'what?'
"I'll meet you at lunch. I've got something to show you."
I didn't like to be known as 'something'. Then again, I was known as 'it' and 'the thing' at my old school.
"What?"
"A surprise. Gotta go. Miss Wilkins is back."
Jason turned around from the wall.
"Hey, we're meeting him at lunch."
"Uh-hur" I replied. I was staring out of the window, trying not to cry. I was nothing at my old school, I didn't want to be nothing here.
"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong? Hello? ... Oh."
He had realised.
"Sorry for saying you were 'something' instead of 'some one'. You just don't know Billie Joe Armstrong."
"S'ok." I replied. "Just past experiences and shit."
"Oh". Jason had got the message.
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