BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The harsh noise of my alarm clock drew me out of my fitful, disturbed sleep. I rushed to click it off - I didn't want it to wake him up. I then flopped over onto my back to stare at the ceiling with a focus that the plain white paint really didn't deserve. I sighed to myself. Today was my first day at Belleville High School. Or, in my eyes, a brand new hell. I hadn't met anyone from Belleville, yet, but I didn't need to. I knew what would happen, because it was the same thing that happens everywhere else. I would get ridiculed, bullied, probably hit - it wouldn't be the first time. All because I'm different from them. I'm not like normal people. I don't follow fashion trends, or listen to latest pop shit, or walk around with a skirt up my ass and my boobs hanging out my top. No, I'm not like them. I'm pale, with jet-black hair cut to hide my disgusting excuse for a face. I wear skinny jeans and band t-shirts, and I listen to punk, rock and metal. I am, in other words, a complete and utter freak. Ugh, I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself. I rolled out of bed, showering and dressing hastily. I applied makeup, mostly eyeliner, the way I had perfected so that I wouldn't have look in the mirror. I quickly threw a bag together with stuff I thought I'd need, and dashed silently out of the house. As I walked to my new school, I contemplated the coming day. Not the people, but the school system itself. I didn't know much about American schools, just what I'd seen on TV. It seemed weird, because back in England I'd be in college now. But, no, my dad - adopted dad - had decided to pull me out of my last year of high school to travel the world - basically, an excuse to spend the dirty money he'd made off drug dealing before people got suspicious. He'd forced me along and locked me in hotel room after hotel room, whilst he went out all night, getting drunk and laid in clubs all over Europe. Finally, he decided to stop in Jersey, of all places, and enroll me in high school here. I was really nervous, because I hadnt been in school for so long, I was bound to be so behind. Damn, not only am I a misfit, I'm a dumb one. I really am fucked. The school gates were in front of me all too soon. I hurried up to a door labelled 'MAIN OFFICE' and slipped in. A wonan looked up as I approached her desk. She smiled at me. "Can I help you, dear?" "My name is Krissy, Krissy Palmer," I informed, mentally cringing at how different my accent was. "I'm new here, it's my first day." "Ah, yes, I have your schedule here," she offerred me a list of my classes. She also gave me a map and a locker number, then waved me out of her office, telling me to 'have a nice day'. Yeah, right, I thought. I'd arrived pretty early, and still had time to try and find my locker before hunting down my first class. As I wandered the corridors, I passed a group of loud boys. Hurrying on, I hoped they wouldn't notice me. No such luck. "Hey!" One of them cried. "Do I spot an emo chick?" I tried to walk on, but he grabbed my arm. "A deaf emo chick," he laughed to his friends. I pulled away. "leave me alone," I muttered. "Ooooh, a tough, British emo chick!!" He leered at me. "you think you're tough, darlin?" I ignored him again, trying to get past his gathered friends. "Just you listen here, little emo cunt. We don't like your kind around here. If you know what's good for you, you'll go back to where you came from." With that he released me, and I practically ran away. Just. Fucking. Great.

Notes

Quick note: I do intend to talk about self harm in some detail soon. I know thats a sensitive topic for some people, myself included, so just a heads-up. Like it so far? Please comment!! :)