Monday October 5th, 2009

I am the new kid. Well not yet, anyway. For the stupid people who are wondering why I’m going to be the new kid, let me explain to you.

My parents are moving me have way across the country and into a completely alien place. Now it wouldn't be as bad is if I were “normal looking” or not “scary atheist looking”. I’m direct quoting my dad.

You see appearance wise, I’m apparently scary looking, even though I like the way I look.

Anyway, I’m moving because of my dad’s job. I don’t exactly know what his job is, and I don’t exactly care. Whatever it is it is taking me away from my five best friends, and one of those is my boyfriend. Well now ex.

I did live in Portland, Oregon. But now I live in the outskirts of Belleville, New Jersey. I have been here for about five hours and I’m almost already nauseated because of it. I have claimed the basement of the new house and have all of my boxes down there and ready to unpack.
I have four cans of black paint, and two cans of blood red paint. I am going to paint it later tomorrow. The day after tomorrow is when I get to go to my first day of high school. I’m honestly not ready for it because of the names and shit I will receive because of my appearance. But I don’t give a shit.

I fall onto the mattress in the middle of the basement. I grab a blanket and attempt to get some sleep. The moment I closed my eyes, my door slams open and someone is walking down the steps. I look up and see my dad.

“Honey, are you okay?” He asked me, concern in his voice.

“What the fuck do you want?” I ask, annoyed at him disturbing me.

“Watch your mouth, young lady!” My dad barked.

“You moved me, I have all right to say fuck as I please.” I replied. “Now what do you possible want?”

“We need help unpacking.”

“Oh hell no, I’m sleeping. I’m tired, and you fucked up my sleep schedule and honestly I didn’t even want to move so the only unpacking I will be doing is the shit in my room.” I know I was sounding like a bitch, but it was the truth, and it was how I felt.

“You are still apart of this family, right?”

“Sadly,” I replied.

“Where did your mother and I go wrong?” He asked me, his voice cold.

“Ask your fucking selves.” I replied, my tone every bit as icy as his.

“I wish you were a boy, or an actually girl, who does actual girl things.”

“Are you saying that because I am a girl, I’m entitled to do things girls have been known to do?” I ask him, “Are you saying that all girls must do the same thing? Are you saying that I’m not allowed to be myself, simply because my daddy doesn’t like it?”

“I am, you are a girl. You should not be interested in this music, in this life you are living. You should want to find a man and have kids, and be loyal to him. Not get in his way, and just do as told. You should listen to me and your mother, mostly me, until I give you to this man.” He said.

“So you are basically stating that I should just have kids and shut up and make him food. That that is all I am born to do. You don’t think that I should do anything but that. Just some mindless sex toy to his every whim, oh fuck no. And not speak up, and let him do to me as he wishes. I’m not a fucking doll, I’m a human. You are just a sexist piece a shit that is going to have fun in Hell. Now get the fuck out of my room.”

“Yes. You should just have kids, and sex to his liking and then die. It was the whole reason women exist. And I want you to come upstairs and help us.”

“Fuck you, old man. Go break your back, and leave me alone.” I said waving him off. “I can’t wait to prove your sorry ass wrong.”

“You’ll kill yourself before you have the chance, faggot.” He replied, and walked up the steps.

“Hopefully soon,” He mumbled and slammed the door.

I roll my eyes and doze off.

*

Tuesday October 6th , 2009

I woke up to my mom shaking me awake. I opened my eyes and was met with her stunning blue eyes. Their fading with her age, but they are still my favorite eyes in the world. I smile up at her.

“Hello, mum,” I said kissing her cheek. I can’t stand my dad, but I love my mother to pieces.

“Hello, Darling.” She replied kissing me back.

“What time is it?” I asked through a yawn.

“It is ten thirty a.m. You went to bed at nine last night, so I didn’t wake you up at eight like your father wanted.” She said smiling warmly at me, “Your vegetarian breakfast is almost done.”

“Thanks mum.” I said smiling and standing up. “I’m going to throw on some cloths and paint after I eat.”

“Of course, now let’s go eat.” She replied and we walked up the stairs. I saw dad at the table eating eggs. He saw me and gave me a look of disgust. I just rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him. I sat down across from him.

“Still eating your undeveloped chicken fetus I see.” I said, eyeing the eyes on his plate. He hated it when I called it that. He stopped eating and looked at me.

“God created chickens so we could eat.” He said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“God doesn't exist.” I point out, as my mom sets my toast and jam in front of me.

“Read the-“

“I’m not going to read the Bible.” I replied cutting him off, and ate my food, and jumped down off the breakfast bar stool and ran down to my room.

I move everything to the center of my room, and opened up the first can of black paint. I covered the first wall.

Forty minutes later I used three cans off black and the room was painted black on four walls and in my closet. The bathroom down here is going to be red, and whatever is left is going to be splattered all over my walls.

I pick out a pair of dark purple skinnies and my black converse. I throw on a blink shirt, and then my Misfits hoodie. I look in the mirror in the bathroom and apply my makeup. Once I was down, I walked over to my pile of random crap on my bed. I grabbed my back pack that had the Black Flag logo on it. I threw in my pack of Menthols, chewing gum, a lighter, an extra lighter, money, a note book, pencils and pens, keys, phone, extra pair of head phones, and my secret bottle of Jack Daniels. I take it with me everywhere just in case I need a drink. I grab my skateboard and iPod and headphones, and turn towards the door.

I head up to the hallway and into the kitchen, and out to the living room. My parents are sitting and watching T.V. My dad looks up at me and grunts.

“I’m going to go do some exploring. I’ll be back in an hour or two.” I said, and turned around.

“Why do you think you’re doing that?” My dad asks me.

“Because I’m not watching paint dry, bastard.” I replied and made my way out of the house.

Once I was outside I was met with the cold fall air. It just turned October a few days ago. I smiled and welcomed the cold. It wasn’t as cold as it would have been, if I was not wearing my Misfits hoodie, or a long sleeved Blink shirt.

I looked both ways and crossed the road, I realized that I could get terrible lost. But oh well. I turned on my iPod and put my headphones in the plug and then put them in my ears. I turned it on and put on Green Day. I sand along quietly to Billie’s voice.

“Don’t want to be an American Idiot.” I hum, and look up and the street I’m on and nod “On nation controlled by the media.”

A few of their songs play before I turn on Panic! At the Disco. I hum along to New Perspective. I just reached a park and I hop off my skateboard and look around, taking an ear plug out in the process. I shrugged and noticed it was an abandoned playground/park.

I walk over and sit on one of the old swings. I unplug my head phones and let the music play out loud. I laugh and sing along loudly.

I Write Sins not Tragedies plays and I turn it on Blink 182. What’s My Age Again starts playing and I nod along to it. I then start singing at the chorus.

“I am wondering what age you are?” A voice asked beside me and I jumped up, grabbing at my chest. I turned around and was met with beautiful green eyes. It was like staring into emerald.

“Holy fucking shit on a stick!” I said, trying to get my heart back in control. This made the guy chuckle and look at me. “You scared the piss outta me!”

“Sorry.” He said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You gotta butt?” He asked me.

“Yes, of course.” I replied reaching around and pulling my backpack off my shoulders. I reach in and grab my Menthols and lighter. I pull two out and hand one to him. I light mine first and hand him the lighter.

“Thanks, it has been a long time since I had a smoke.” He replied, smiling at me. When he smoked a finally gotta good view of him. He had shaggy brown hair that got in his face a lot and hid his beautiful eyes, yet he didn’t seem to mind it. He was tall about five eleven, and he was scrawny. He also has pure white teeth, which is hard to maintain if you’re a smoker. But he even said it’s been a while.

He is wearing black skinny jeans, black converse, and an Anthrax shirt with a black zip up coat with the zip undone. He looked cute to say none the less.

“Sixteen.” I say, getting his attention.

“Huh?” He asked tilting his head to the side.

“You were wondering what my age was?” I replied, as I Miss You came on.

“Oh, ha, yes. I’m Mike” He replied smiling. “But call me Mikey, please?”

“Okay, Mikey, I’m Arizona, but you can call me Ais.” I said, with a light chuckle. “You like Blink?”

“Oh yes, if I could, I’d marry Mark.” He said chuckling, I laughed too.

“That makes two of us.” I responded. “But I prefer Tom.”

“Oh come on.” He retorted, “Tom may have a pretty face but, Mark.”

“Tom not only has a pretty face, but a wonderful voice.” I pointed out.

“Yes, but Mark’s is better.” He laughed, “I mean just Mark himself is perfection.”

“True, true, but Tom is Tom, and Tom is beautiful.”

“He may be beautiful but Mark is perfect.”

“Is not,”

“Is too,”

It went on like this for about five minutes before we both burst out laughing. I was grabbing my sides and he was trying to hold himself up.

We talked about music for another hour, before I realized I had to get home before my mother has aneurism. I really didn’t want to leave Mikey.

“Shit.” I said annoyed. “I have to go home in fifteen minutes. It is at least a fifteen minute walk back.”

“We could meet here again tomorrow.” He said looking hopeful, but yet ready to be turned down. I grinned and nodded.

“I’d love too.” I replied and he beamed at me. He jumped over to me and hugged me really tight.

I smiled and hugged him back. He was really cold, but I really didn’t want to leave his embrace. But I knew I had too. I pulled away and pulled out a cig and handed it to him, and gave him my back up lighter.

“I’ll see you tomorrow after school.” I replied, walking off and waving.

I made it home in about twenty minutes. I walked in and there standing was my worried mother, and a seemingly happy father. The moment both laid eyes on me my mother looked relieved and my dad looked annoyed.

My mother jumps over to me and hugs me. I hugged her back and headed for my room.
I painted my bathroom and then splattered my walls with the left over red. It ended up looking like blood splatters. This is precisely how I wanted it to look like. I smiled and put everything where it belongs. I put my bed across from the bathroom and closet and my vanity where it belongs. I also bought a chaise and a bean bag chair. And a seat that hangs down from the ceiling. I put it up and everything and it is very sturdy.

Everything in my room was black or red, my sheets are black, my duvet is black, my dressers are black, and the tiny window at the top of my room has a small black curtain, the carpets are blood red. My ceiling light and fan are red. My desk is black. I smiled and started hanging up my band posters, and my chalk board, and my bulletin board with all my band ticket snips, V.I.P passes, pictures of partying with friends, and my mother and me, and a lot of other stuff. I smile to myself once it is all done.

Mikey would like your room.

The fuck is that little voice planting thoughts into my head again. That little bitch always gets me feeling and shit. I sighed and looked at the time, five p.m. Wow I spent all that time decorating my room. I sighed and jumped on my bed.

I turned on my T.V and Halloween was on, I sighed and half watched it, as I scrolled through Tumblr on my phone. I got a text from my old friend, Jazz.

Hey, how was your first day?

It was horrible, but yet amazing.

How is it horrible, but yet amazing?

Mikey made it okay.

Oh, who is this Mikey?

I can’t even tell you. We just pissed around for a few hours in this abandon playground listening to Blink and the Misfits.

Call me. Now.

Jazz was my best friend. She knew everything. I called her and before the first ring she picked up.

“Tell me about Mikey.” She demanded. I chuckled and nodded, “Sweet heart I know I’m not there but I know you just nodded.”

“You know me so well it is scary.”

“Spill it.”

“Okay fine, so I was riding my skateboard around town and I ended up at an abandon park, okay so I pulled my head phones out and started singing like a cow, to What’s My Age Again, when this boy said ‘I wonder what you age is’ and he scared me he asked for a cig and then we got into an argument about how Tom is better than Mark, he disagrees, and then we talked for an hour.”

“Ugh, adorable. Now what does he look like?”

“He has mousy brown hair that is behind his glasses, and it got in his face a lot and hid his amazing hazel eyes. And, yet he didn’t seem to mind it. Five eleven by my guess, and he is scrawny. He doesn’t have a lot of muscle but he could win in a fight, and survive in an mosh. His teeth are also a nice shade of white which is hard to maintain if you’re a smoker. He also said it has been a while since he last smoked.”

“He seems cute, what was he wearing?”

“He was wearing black skinnies, black converse, black zip up hoodie, which had the David Morrissey ’s on the back of it, and an Anthrax shirt.”

“Oh God, he seems like Tyler is gonna have some competition.” She giggled. Tyler is my ex-boyfriend I was talking about.

“Ugh please, Tyler is still my boyfriend in some weird sorta way.”

“You and that Mikey guy, are going to be forever together.

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