Something beautiful

Monday morning, my favorite part of the week. It just blends in. I walk around on auto pilot till I enter the hallway in school. My body just goes though the list of things I need to do. No time for feelings and thoughts just time to do.
I woke up the same this Monday that our story begins normal as always. I got dressed and looked in the mirror to do my hair and eyeliner. Flat iron out I flattened by black hair as my same kinda hazel kinda brown eyes look back. That morning as I sat down at the table eating breakfast making small talk with my parents acting normal, nothing was out of the ordinary. Nothing
Finally the world had given me some peace, and if you know the world. You know it will mess it up ASAP.
My peaceful nothing was literally punched out of me the minute I walked through the door. Even through the masses of people, the school’s jocks found me.
“Hey how’s it goin Gerard Gay” a jock snarled, earning laughter from his comrades
Points for trying, at least it made sense, gold star for you. I thought angrily.
“Hey why are you wearing all black, what died?” one asked faking concern.
“Maybe it was him” another said
“Darn, I hope so” said jock number one pushing me to the ground, much to the amusement of their blond hair-cheerleader-white teeth girlfrends.
Ugh, really its only 8:00 and I already have to deal with this shit I thought angrily as I walked to Math.
The teacher droned on and I dozed a bit. Sleepiness is an after effect of staying up late watching horror movies on my laptop. After that class I passed through the halls bored and tired. Waiting till i can go to lunch and sit behind the school to drown my sorrows in my poison/alcohol of the day.
The wait was endless, but finally I got to art. The only place where I could truly be happy. I would put the paint pencil, even sometimes crayon to the paper and eventually something butiful would escape from all my jumbled up feelings and pain and thoughts
Today was different. the teacher was standing up at the front of the class with a exasperated looking boy. The boy was not only wearing a wonderful band tee shirt but he wasn't lacking in thecks for a punky emo kid.
"Hello everyone this is frank, our new student" Mr. Green said gesturing to the boy "I expect you treat him nicely an help him adjust to our school"
Hello Frank and welcome to my crazy messed up world.

Notes

Hi guys! First chapter, hope you like it tell me what you think about it in the comments, more coming soon!