Buried Myself Alive, to be dug up by the East Bay Punks, chapter 1

It's what I had to do.
I needed somthing to shut you all out, to set me away from you ann, and the shit you fed me.
I had to run away, take dvantege of myself...nothing bad came out of it.
Im not going out of this country, my friends all died in a car crash, and my parents are skipping the counrty.
Fucking faggotts! They act as if it hurt them more then me! I don't care, they can fucking drag me out kicking and screaming, i refuse to move to America!
They can only take me drugged or something...oh it looks like mum...wait! What does she have in her hand?? Oh it's a needle....A NEEDLE!!

I awoke in an un-familiar bed. Stupid gay rich parents, they're flying first class and had me strapped down to my seat...what the fuck? my mp3 is on...oh its the used.."Buried my self alive" I've already done that. I can't here anything. Can't here mum and yelling at me...shaking me...how I know they're trying to get me to move...I don't know.

They're dragging me out of the airport into our fucking rich car...and putting our gay stuff in a trailer in the back, and driving off.
I see punks as I look out the window, egging peoples houses. For the first time in about 4 months I smile, not only smile. I grin. Grin idiotically. Like it's the fucking funniest thing ever.

All I rember about mum trying to convince me to move was her saying: You'll make friends.
I HAD friends...HAD...before they fucking abandoned me by dying. And since that day I buried myself on the inside to block it all out. The teasing. The Lies. The "Love" that they try to feed me...and I won't accept it, any of it!!

My name's Maddy, short for Maddeline, I fucking hate it, but it has one good point...it sounds like Billie Joe's wifes clothing line *smiles weakly*.
I have black hair with green, red and blue streaks. My friends convinced me to do it before the day of the accident, I'm glad I have something to remember them by.
Something that lasts forever.

We approached a massive house in California. Oh joy...something that's bound to not be an eye-saw. Large hedges around the front, grey walls lining the house. I walked inside the house and ran upstairs to claim my room.
It had deep purple walls and a bay window, with an ensuite and a walk in wardrobe. Fair enough.
I walked down stairs and watched the movers take my stuff up to my room.
There were a group of three guysout side my window, one of them was tall and had raven black hair, the second one had firey red hair spiked up in a faux-hawk, and the other one had a mix of blode and brown hair spiked up in every angle known to man.
I didn't feel like staying buried alive anymore, at least I'd fit in...if they bother to pay attention to me. The one with red hair pointed at my room, and started talking with his mates, the other two looked up and smiled at me and guestured for me to come down.
I nodded and walked down the staris trying not to fall, I was feeling light-headed, i muttered that I wa going out to walk somewhere to my parents, they agreed but said be back before dark.
"Hey," The red-haired guy said, "You new here?"
I nodded, "My names Maddy, I'm originally from Australia." I said. The one with black hair nodded approvingly.
"Well I'm Frankito," The guy with red hair said, pointing to himself, "This is Joey, and Jimmy, He's our dad's friends son." The one apparently named Frankito said.
"Cool, nice name, where's it from?" I asked.
"Well I think my dad was high when he named me and my sister, Ramona." He explained,
I laughed, "Still. It's cool." Joey, I think it was, kept looking at my hair.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"I had a brother, Jakob, he had hair coloured madly like yours, he got shot by some faggot who hates punk." He said.
"Shit...I'm sorry." I murmerred apoligetically.
"Wow, we havn't even known you half an hour and you're already swearing..." Jimmy said.
I nodded, "Don't many girls around these parts swear?" I asked.
"Honey," Frankito said. "Girls around these parts don't even break their nails...let alone swear. They don't know who Panic! At the Disco is either." He laughed looking at my shirt.
"Please avert your eyes Frankito. I don't feeling like slapping you the first day I meet you." I said, he giggled and we began to walk.
"So what school do you go to?" I asked.
"East Bay Area High, by the looks of it, you'll be going there too." Joey said.
"Cool. What music do you guys like?" I ask.
"Geeze what is this. 20 questions?" Frankito laughed, I nodded enthusiactically, "Well, anything punk!" He screamed.
"Was the screaming nesecary?" I laughed.
"You're damn fucking right it was." I giggled. "You wanna get something to eat?" Joey asked.
"Yes, please." I said.
"Okay first your'e swearing your head off, now youre playing ms. polite, what's uo with that?!" Jimmy said.
"Trying to make a nice impression...I think...I don't know." I answered.
We walked to an Ice cream parlour, "Here okay?" Frankito asked.
"Yeah, sure, whatever you guys want." I said, They nodded and we walkied in. I got strange looks but the guys told me to ignore them. I did, and I felt fine.
I got a chocolate ice cream cone, Joey got mint, Jimmy got oreo pieces, and Frankito got everything smooshed into a mess of things. "Are you seriously gonna eat that?" I laughed.
"He eats everything, don't be surprised if he chuck us later." Joey explained, I nodded and ate my ice cream.
Frankito picked him up and litterally inhaled it.
I shook my head sarcastically, "Well I'm sure as fuck happy I met you three." I said.
"Same here, I don't want you to turn prep. It's a waste of personality." Jimmy said.
By now the guys had warmed to me, and vise versa, I had to go home, I exchanged email adresses, mobile and home numbers with each of them, and wen inside.
I collapsed on my bed and tried to get to sleep, but I couldn't. I decided to hang up my posters, Green Day, The Ramones, The Clash, Panic!, Blink, The Living End, The Offspring and heaps more.
Mum called me down stairs to tell me something...