Life as a teenage rocker, chapter 3
Roxy woke up early on Monday morning. She had her shower and brushed her teeth and everything before putting on her black, frilly skirt with long stripe pink and black socks and her big clumpy gothic boots. She also wore her Green Day hoody and a yellow t-shirt that said 'random' on it.
When she had got ready, she grabbed her toast and went to Willow's room, who was just putting her converses on.
"Hey, my eyeliner stick has run out, can I borrow one of yours?" asked Roxy
"Yeah," Willow said pointing to a box, but Roxy was already there applying it heavily.
"What's the occasion?" suddenly Willow's eyes brightened up "Is it a guy?"
"No way, me and a guy...never gonna happen, Willow. No I'm just feeling really depressed today."
"Really?" said Willow, shocked as Roxy was NEVER depressed.
"No!"
"Whatever, you're so weird...I'm ready, lets go," Willow said standing up and heading for the door, then turning around to look at Roxy who wasn't moving, "Are you coming?"
"You look nice," Roxy said randomly, staring at her. Willow looked down at her new ripped jeans, Green Day hoody and a blood red T-shirt that said "You're just not my type."
"How can I look nice in this?" Willow asked confused
"No, I mean YOU look different," and for once she was right, Willow had grown a lot and was now the same height as Roxy, she looked a lot older now because for ages Roxy had looked a lot older than Willow, but now Willow had caught up. Plus, her hair was a lot redder, but not the ginger red colour, more dark red and her face had matured a lot.
"Sure, Roxy, everyone knows you're pretty too in your own, strange way. I mean, do you really think I would look good with like yellow, purple and orange all in one outfit?"
"True," Roxy said, putting on a bigheaded voice, and it was because she could wear the craziest things and get away with it looking really good on her, it was like a gift.
***
When they reached the school gates, they past some cheerleaders who were laughing and gossiping. Roxy accidentally brushed past one of them.
"Uh...excuse me," said the cheerleader that Roxy walked past; she absolutely hated this girl. "Do you mind"? Roxy turned to face her, while Willow had her back.
"Do I mind what, please make it clear what you say. I know it's like you speak your own language, prep language that is, but normal people find it much harder to keep up with that." said Roxy.
"Oh, so you consider yourself normal now would you?" said the cheerleader.
"Me? Oh, no defiantly not, punks are never normal, but put me up against cheerleaders and I'm pretty normal."
"Good," she said, not understanding what Roxy just said, "Because everyone knows YOU'RE not normal, with your stupid, weirdo clothes, I mean have you even heard of colour coding, or do you just close your eyes and pick out the first outfit from the box your mom gave you from that charity shop down the street?" then all the girl hifived and walked off laughing loudly.
Willow was just about to say something to Roxy but Roxy just started walking off, really fast down the corridors knocking people with her Ramones bag.
"Ok, that's weird," Willow said to herself before running off to find Roxy.
When Willow found Roxy she was sitting against a sink in a deserted girl's bathroom scribbling on a piece of paper. Willow walked over to her and looked at the paper.
"Sooo, what is that?"
"This," Roxy said, pointing to a drawing which looked like a really ugly girl, "Is Brittany and her cheerleadingness. This," she said, pointing to a scribble of colours attacking Brittany, "Is me killing her in the evilest way possible. AND THIS," she said pointing to the last part of the drawing which just looked like randomness, "is you and Green Day cheering me on...you like?"
"Yup, I love," lied Willow, grinning at the picture. Willow got up and held her hands out to help Roxy up, as they both walked over to their first lessons, wishing even more that they would be able to move sometimes soon!
When she had got ready, she grabbed her toast and went to Willow's room, who was just putting her converses on.
"Hey, my eyeliner stick has run out, can I borrow one of yours?" asked Roxy
"Yeah," Willow said pointing to a box, but Roxy was already there applying it heavily.
"What's the occasion?" suddenly Willow's eyes brightened up "Is it a guy?"
"No way, me and a guy...never gonna happen, Willow. No I'm just feeling really depressed today."
"Really?" said Willow, shocked as Roxy was NEVER depressed.
"No!"
"Whatever, you're so weird...I'm ready, lets go," Willow said standing up and heading for the door, then turning around to look at Roxy who wasn't moving, "Are you coming?"
"You look nice," Roxy said randomly, staring at her. Willow looked down at her new ripped jeans, Green Day hoody and a blood red T-shirt that said "You're just not my type."
"How can I look nice in this?" Willow asked confused
"No, I mean YOU look different," and for once she was right, Willow had grown a lot and was now the same height as Roxy, she looked a lot older now because for ages Roxy had looked a lot older than Willow, but now Willow had caught up. Plus, her hair was a lot redder, but not the ginger red colour, more dark red and her face had matured a lot.
"Sure, Roxy, everyone knows you're pretty too in your own, strange way. I mean, do you really think I would look good with like yellow, purple and orange all in one outfit?"
"True," Roxy said, putting on a bigheaded voice, and it was because she could wear the craziest things and get away with it looking really good on her, it was like a gift.
***
When they reached the school gates, they past some cheerleaders who were laughing and gossiping. Roxy accidentally brushed past one of them.
"Uh...excuse me," said the cheerleader that Roxy walked past; she absolutely hated this girl. "Do you mind"? Roxy turned to face her, while Willow had her back.
"Do I mind what, please make it clear what you say. I know it's like you speak your own language, prep language that is, but normal people find it much harder to keep up with that." said Roxy.
"Oh, so you consider yourself normal now would you?" said the cheerleader.
"Me? Oh, no defiantly not, punks are never normal, but put me up against cheerleaders and I'm pretty normal."
"Good," she said, not understanding what Roxy just said, "Because everyone knows YOU'RE not normal, with your stupid, weirdo clothes, I mean have you even heard of colour coding, or do you just close your eyes and pick out the first outfit from the box your mom gave you from that charity shop down the street?" then all the girl hifived and walked off laughing loudly.
Willow was just about to say something to Roxy but Roxy just started walking off, really fast down the corridors knocking people with her Ramones bag.
"Ok, that's weird," Willow said to herself before running off to find Roxy.
When Willow found Roxy she was sitting against a sink in a deserted girl's bathroom scribbling on a piece of paper. Willow walked over to her and looked at the paper.
"Sooo, what is that?"
"This," Roxy said, pointing to a drawing which looked like a really ugly girl, "Is Brittany and her cheerleadingness. This," she said, pointing to a scribble of colours attacking Brittany, "Is me killing her in the evilest way possible. AND THIS," she said pointing to the last part of the drawing which just looked like randomness, "is you and Green Day cheering me on...you like?"
"Yup, I love," lied Willow, grinning at the picture. Willow got up and held her hands out to help Roxy up, as they both walked over to their first lessons, wishing even more that they would be able to move sometimes soon!
