you're the only one who understands me

Diana's pov

"Diana" i heard the voice of the maid, yes, we have a maid... my dad is the famous Simon Cowell he produces music andgets artists from reality shows in London, he sended me to live to New Jersey for 'a while' but i know he doesn't want me "Diana you're gonna be late" the maid again "I'm coming!" i said angry and went to my closet taking of the towel of my body i changed into my black skiny ripped jeans, my green day t-shirt and my favourite black converse, i went back to the bathroom and put some eye-liner around my eye, some red lipstick and i was ready... oh i almost forgot, i went to my room and open a little box taking the little blade and making three new cuts alongside those of yesterday, the day before yesterday and the days before, i putted my black hoddie up and i was ready for another day in hell (school).

I walked to my locker and grab my books, i saw at the end of the hall a boy that i've neever seen before, he was.. was he walking to me? that wasn't good, everytime some one walks to me is because they're gonna do something bad, no one likes me so i'm used to, i took my ipod and headphones and put them on my bag trying to ignore the guy that was everytime closer. I closed my locker and he was besides me, the bell rang and thanking God i went to my class, i was late again but it was better than the boy around me, well he was kinda handsome but he would never be nice with me.

"late again miss.Cowell" i hate hearing my last name it remembers me of my fucking father, my english teacher knows that i hate being called like that but doesn't know why so i turned back and said "yes, i'm late do you have a fucking problem? everyone in this shitter know that i hate being called 'miss.Cowell' can't you just understand? so may i go to my fucking place so you can continue with your bored lesson?" i think i was to rude but hopefully i'll get detention and go home later and i can listen some music while i'm there, i really want to go home later... my father arrives today to the house and i'm sure he will want to talk to me like if everything was ok, and he will show me his new artist that he discovered so i'll try to stay the whole day in school doing whatever i can do. "miss.Cowell you can't just talk like that to a teacher, i'm sorry if you dislike your last name but unfortunately you are called like that so you don't have to blame others about your problems, go take your seat plase" i could hear everyone laughing about me so i just turned and as i walked to my place i whispered "fuckers" but too loud, everyone looked at me including my fucking teacher "ok, it's enough i've been patient with this, here you got miss.Cowell" said giving me a paper "what's that?" i said confused "your detention, you're going to stay here after classes two hours in the detention room, and then i would like to talk to you about your notes and behavior in my class" yes, detention well i hate talking but it's ok at least i will not go home, i will just ignore the teacher and go fuck around "of course mr.Fucker" i said to my teacher, everyone laughed about it and i went with a smile to my place and started drawing something random.

The bell rang and everyone got out the classroom and left the school, i was the only one going to the detention room, well not the only one, i saw the same boy i saw this morning in the detention room and i cursed in low voice, i opened the door and he looked at me and smiled i ignored him and went to the last seat, putted my headphones and sing along to the lyrics of Jesus Of Suburbia by Green Day, i'm lost in the music and when i get back to earth i noticde the boy is looking me and saying something, wait... he is singing i put my headphones down and notice he is singing the same song, then i notice i sang loud again "i'm sorry i got excited, they are one of my favorite bands" i said "don't worry i like them a lot too, oh i'm Mikey, Mikey Way and what's your name?" he said smirking "nice to meet you, i'm Diana" "just Diana? you don't have a last name?" oh this boy is making me mad "Cowell... just Diana, call me like that" i said trying to make him forget my last word but it didn't worked "Diana Cowell, beautiful name why you don't like your last name? you are Simon Cowell's daughter, he produces 'music' well i don't like it but everyone talkj about that like if it was the best... sorry did i ofend you? i'm sorry" he said looking to his feet "No! i mean n-no i don't like it tho" i said trying t5o be kind but i'm just simply not sociable "so your favorite band is Green Day?"
"yes" i said quickly when he asked "i'm gonna change that" he said comfident "really? how?" i said, this boy was nice "i platy bass in a band named My Chemical Romance and we are really good, someday we will travel all around the world playing our music and everyone will like us" he said it looked nice "i could hear you someday" "tomorrow after school?" he said excited, i remembered my father and said "tomorrows perfect" he smiled and walked out the classroom, i looked at the clock and walked to the english room to talk with the teacher.

Notes

HEY! well i'm new at this, this is my firwst story so please comment, rate and susbribe... pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaseeee!!!