Like Ghosts In The Sun

I wake up on the ground in a near-empty room. Pete never arranged anything for me to sleep on, so I have to sleep on the dusty, wooden floor of my bedroom, which you can hardly call a bedroom, since it doesn't have a bed. I stand up and kick my blanket and pillow into a corner. Shit, it's Monday. Monday means school. Monday means new school in a new country, full of new people.
I'm not very good with new people.

I have a quick shower, washing my long, purple hair. I jump out of the shower and get changed into a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a Green Day shirt. I dry my hair and pull it into a messy ponytail, before applying a thick layer of black eyeliner and some mascara. I look kinda okay today.
"Annie, breakfast is ready!" I hear Pete yell. I sigh and head into the kitchen, where he stands with his arm around my mother. Ew, someone get that scum away from my mum. Hey, that rhymed. I look down at my plate. Eggs and bacon. Now, this would be a fairly decent breakfast for most people. I, however, am a vegan, and my mum was well aware of this. I sigh and stand up.
"What's wrong?" mum asks.
"Eggs and bacon." I reply. "I can't eat that."
"Oh, Annie, will you give up this silly vegan thing? You look so unwell." she says.
I just shake my head and walk back into my room.

Mum still thinks my choices are ridiculous. She doesn't like the way I dress, the music I listen to. She hardly knows anything about me though. She doesn't know that I smoke cigarettes, she doesn't know that I've been severely depressed for four years...

Anyway.

I shove my textbooks into a backpack and I slide the straps over my shoulders. I pull my iPod out of my suitcase (which I still haven't unpacked) and I nudge the earbuds into my ears. I tap on Shadow Moses by Bring Me The Horizon, and I walk to school as the song plays.

I walked in the doors and I instantly felt out of place.

All the other girls here are wearing short skirts and revealing shirts or skimpy dresses with fancy shoes. They all have hair that they had obviously spent hours styling and they're wearing scarily thick layers of makeup. They all stare at me as I walk in. I just keep my head down and I try to focus on the music playing on my iPod, which had now changed to And The Snakes Start To Sing by Bring Me The Horizon.

A girl approaches me. I don't really look at her. I don't want to.
"Hey, are you, like, an emo or something?" she says.
"Um... I don't really care..." I reply shyly. I hate talking to new people.
"Well, honey, if you're gonna fit in at my school, you're gonna need to dress right, okay?" she says.
I sigh. I'm already sick of this one. "Hey, what's your name?" I ask her.
"I'm Carrie." she says cheerfully.
"Right." I say. "Carrie, go fuck yourself." I push past her and head to my first class, which was Art. Good. I like art.

Maybe today won't be so bad after all.

Notes

Gerard and Mikey are coming. Just be patient.

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