My First Fan Fic!

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My First Fan Fic!

Chapter One
My day started off like any other day; I woke up at 6:25am and waited for my mother to come into the room at 6:35am to wake me up. I would sit there until 6:54am, knowing very well that we had to leave at 7. How could I get myself out of bed knowing that I had to sit through the most boring classes ever and manage to stay on task? It was an added plus that I would wake up to a room that was cool and the blankets that draped over me felt like a never-ending cocoon of warmth and happiness.
Once I did manage to get my lazy ass out of bed I would brush my hair and dance my way to the bathroom, run back to my room afterwards to put on deodorant and grab my iPod and cell phone. (You might be wondering what I would dress in. Well, before I go to bed I would put my outfit on for the next day, therefore I could stay warm in the clothes I slept in the night before; It’s all quite smart if you think about it.)I’ve always wanted to have my own “rocker” style; it just never works out for me. I normally wear a v-neck and a grey cardigan, of just jeans and a baggy pull-over, or even shorts if I’m feeling adventurous (which was very rare). I would also wear either black and white converse or vans, depending on how I’m feeling. I never did anything with my hair because I just never had enough time, meaning I would much rather sleep. About the whole make up situation, I’m not into it. I don’t se the point in makeup, you put it on which makes you break out more, then to cover the breaking out you put more on which makes your whole face a mess, and plus you have to take it off just to put it back on not even 24 hours later!
I kept all of my school stuff underneath a small table by the front door. I didn’t have a backpack like most kids at my high school, I had an old black and white canvas sort of bag, it was a one shoulder bag. I had a binder for odd days and a binder for even days.
Once my school supplies were packed I would pack my lunch; which consisted of a sliced up granny smith apple and sometimes a snack of either peanuts or crackers. I never really fit in at school, my group of friends consisted of people I would see sitting alone at a desk, I would always ask if I could sit with them and of course they would gladly say yes; these people were to be my only friends for the year. I’ve learned over the years that people that sit alone, are alone for a reason; as you will hear about later on.
Back to my day, It was the first day of my new school; since 5th grade I have been going to a nice math, science, and technology school. But now I was at a school with the lowest standards I have ever seen. I was shocked to learn that when the teacher says a page, people write a paragraph while I’m sitting here basically writing a novel on ‘Why I matter’. (Yea, gotta love my crazy English teacher)
My friends consisted of bits and pieces; I met up with one of my seriously messed up “friends” in front of the gym. I was not aware she was also going to this school, I was happy to know at least one person in this hell hole they call school. My friends were weird, but in a good way. I hated some of them and I adored some of them.
I have a major psychological problem when I’m alone in public, I HATE being alone; when I say hate I mean HATE. I feel like I have to be doing something so I would dig my phone out of my bag and text someone; anyone who would listen to my pity story on how alone I am (usually my mom; I know nerdy right?)
I have had my fair share of crushes in the past (aka two). The first one was a boy named Hunter, he was always a douche bag, I just didn’t want it to be true; and now that I am back with him at high school I am slowly realizing how stupid I was. The second boy was named Logan, oh yes, Logan. He’s tall and does sports so he’s fit, really tan and hangs out with a bunch of ugly man-girls that I have called his “possie” . I’ve had an ongoing crush on him since 5th grade. I am the worst person you could ever talk to about flirting. It is something almost foreign to me. I just don’t know how to do it. So I’ve been in this corner waiting for someone to make a move on me, do anything…. That’s when November 19th came around and I met a boy named Gerard Way.
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Chapter 2:
http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/justanotherkilljoy/chapter-2-my-ne...