My Honest Observation

I sat on the plane, more silent than usual. My stomach twists and turns at the turbulence. I have music blaring in my ears at every direction. Damn, I love Black Flag, The Misfits, The Ramones, Sex Pistols, Green Day, Ministry, Alice In Chains, Suicidal Tendencies, and Marilyn Manson. I made a playlist of all the music I would actually pay attention to and care to learn. Stupid radio music, play something decent for once. I think a lot when under pressure. What if Bob doesn't like me? Or dad hates me because I changed? I am no longer daddy's little princess. I don't want your sympathy, I don't want your honesty, I just want to get some peace of mind. I press the main control button on my phone to check the time. The phone read "4:56PM," perfect. I grin as I finally realize that the plane will be landing shortly.

*time lapse to the journey to the Bryar home*

I get out of the taxi, pay the driver and I take my bags out. I can't believe I traveled alone. I walk up the driveway, anxiously. I arrive at the entrance to my new so called "home." It would be better than what I had in Canada. I knock on the door, scared. It's answered by an unfamiliar face. I look up and see a boy with black hair to the brim of his neck, with a faint touch of grease in it. I try not to stare and I hear a voice from the distance. "Gerard, who is it?" The voice questioned. The guy named Gerard says with a simple reply, "some girl wearing a Misfits hoodie. Not bad!" Gerard replies with a smirk. "Gerard, you ass! That's my sister!" I stare at my black, once white Chuck's. Gerard steps aside and the voice says, "you can come in!" I blush faintly and awkwardly waltz in. I finally see the person I've been dying to see once again, Bob. He hugs me gently and Gerard makes a sarcastic "awe" noise. Bob blushes and steps back. "You can put those in your room. You get the basement room, lucky you." Bob sighs and leads the way. I quickly run down the stairs with my stuff to avoid any form of conversing. I gently place my suitcase on the floor. I open it and start to pull things out. I grab all my clothing and stuff it inside of my drawers given to me. I pull my vinyls and CDs out of another bag and I gently place them on a shelf. I open a box and start putting books on the shelf. I hear my name called and I groan. I run up the stairs and I see my dad in the living room. Dad smiles at the sight of me. "Welcome home, Lauren." He doesn't say it awkwardly, just kind of says it, bluntly. I smile and nod. He hugs me gently and shows me around the house. I barely pay attention to my dad's words. I am too busy pressed by the thoughts of a new school, would I be bullied, again? Tormented? Or maybe welcomed with open arms? I have yet to find out. School starts tomorrow. I don't even know what I'm gonna wear! I think all this worrying has made me turn grey. Dad interrupts my thoughts and tells me that dinner will be ready in a bit. I bite my lip ring. "I'm not very hungry, I are A LOT at the airport," I lie directly to him. "Oh. Alright. I'll see you whenever you decide to come up from the cave. He smiles as I awkwardly shuffle out of the room. I walk down the stairs to see Bob and Gerard admiring my collect of CDs and vinyl. "Nice selection, Lauren." Bob says. Merch was exploding from the drawers and covering the floor in a thick layer of t-shirts and sweaters. "Uh… thank you…?" I look at him, oddly. Bob catches my drift. "Oh, right. You probably want to sleep or do whatever you do without us… come on, Gerard." Bob states. Gerard speaks up. "I kinda have to go home…" Bob nods, "I'll see you tomorrow then?" Bob asks. Gerard nods. "Meet you in Grange Hall." He says as he travels up the stairs. Bob turns to me, "so that was Gerard. You'll meet the other guys soon enough." He says and I nod. He leaves and I finish unpacking.

*time lapse to before bed*

I pull off my jeans and throw them in the direction my arm feels like throwing it. They land on the floor with a swift sound of plunk. I pull my arms from my sleeves and take off my bra. I throw it in the same area as the pants. I take the hair tie off my shirt and let it drift smoothly down as if band merch could be a dress. My legs are infested with cuts and scars like ladder rungs going up my legs. I pull the comforter off and I set my alarm to 6:30AM. I think of the day and how I lied to my dad at our first confrontation. I smirk as I slowly drift off into a slumber.

Notes

So… sorry if this chapter wasn't the best! It was my first one! Feedback and comments on how it was/would be greater would be hugely appreciated! Thank you for reading it! I'll update as soon as I can. I have a lot of time so I'll probably put up the chapter later today! Have a nice day!