Wednesday October 7th 2009

I woke up to Panic! At The Disco playing loudly in my ear. Ugh my new school starts today, and I’m totally not ready for this shit. But I learned that the abandon play ground is literally five minutes away from the school. So I can go and visit him before and after school. I giggle to myself and jumped out of bed. It is five a.m. and school starts at six thirty, let’s go.

I grabbed cloths from my closet and plugged in my straightener and turned it on the highest setting and jumped in the shower, waiting for it to heat up. I scrubbed myself with Vanilla Death from Hot Topic. And washed my hair with ginger bread shampoo, I only use shampoo. I jumped out and dried off with the fuzzy black towel. I wrapped it around myself and started to blow dry my hair, I would spray my ginger bread quick drying spray on it every so often. After fifteen minutes of this my hair was dried and smelled like ginger bread. I then started to straighten my hair, and I used the ginger bread quick hair spray.

Yes I do have an obsession with ginger bread. Get the hell over it. I then threw on black skinnies, a Coldplay shirt, black Doc Martens, and black gauges that say ‘Fuck You’ in white in the middle of them. My Misfits hoodie is getting washed so I am wearing my black leather jacket that says “I do not suffer from insanity, but love very minute of it” it is a quote from one of my inspirations, Edgar Allen Poe.

And it has patches, pins, and sharpie all over it. My friends and I liked to wreak it when we were bored. I talked to Jazz last night but I still miss them dearly. When I was done with all this I checked my phone, I still had about ten minutes before I had to leave.

I walk upstairs and grab a pop tart and walk back down to my room, I eat it quickly and pack my bag. Keys, Menthols, lighter, extra head phone, phone charger, books, notebooks, pens and pencils, four chocolate pop tarts, chewing gum, money, and my almost empty Jack Daniels.

Yes I am taking alcohol to my new school. Why because I can? I smirk and head out to leave, but not before grabbing two Red Bulls from the fridge. I walked out of my house and grabbed my board from off the porch.

Once I make it to the playground I pull the head phone out and Last Resort by Papa Roach blasts from it and I hear a stifled laugh. I turn around and there is Mikey trying to hold back his laugh.

“Hey asshole, it’s good to see you.” I laughed, and sat beside him, “We only have four minutes before we have to leave for school,”

When I say this his face drops and then turns nervous. “About that, I don’t go to school.”

“Dude, you lucky prick.” I said smiling.

“You don’t hate me?” He asked me confused.

“No mate, I could never. Sure you are one lucky bastard because you don’t get to go to school.”

“Thank God, and you’re a bitch, you bitch.” He chuckled.

“God we’ve wasted two minutes.” I said shaking my head.

“But after school we shall have two hours.” I said jumping up.

“Aw no, and fuck yes.”

“You’re sweet, but I have to go.”

“Bye bitch face.”

“Bye prick tits.”

Once I walked into the school I heard someone scream out ‘emo’ I rolled my eyes and walked over to the office. I walked into it and the smell of a French whore it my nose. I looked up to see a Situations secretary. I smirked and walked over to her.

“Can I have my schedule and shit?” I asked her, looking her in the eyes.

“Excuse me, but don’t use that kind of speech here. And name?” Her voice made me want to punch babies.

“Arizona Calkins. C-A-L-K-I-N-S.” I said for her.

“One moment please.” She replied and then handed me my schedule. I was about to walk away when I heard her mumble ‘Not even a thank you’.

I looked down at her, and smirked. “Thank you, whore."

“At least I’m not an atheist emo.” She replied

“At least I don’t have to flaunt myself around in hopes of getting a fuck, so I can have a bed to sleep in.”

“Ugh, at least I’m not a faggot.”

“Please I can probably take a picture of you, Google it, and find about eighty different porn videos, half of them lesbian.”

“Just get to your class.” She replied.

“What no denial?” I smirked and left, well that made my day.

I smirked and walked in the direction I think my locker was in, I found it and got it open on the first try, shit yeah. I threw in my books, and everything else I didn’t want to carry. Once I closed it someone pushed me against it. I looked up into some assholes eyes.

“Oh look another emo.” He sneered. I pushed him away.

“Oh look another dick.” I said smirking.

“Just stay out of my way you dumb slut.” He warned and walked away.

“Whatever, asshole.” I said and looked at my schedule I was confused about it.

“Hey new girl, need some help?” A voice asked me, I turned towards the girl. She had Haley Williams red hair. I smiled at her and nodded.

“Might wanna hand me your schedule?” She laughed. I blushed and handed it to her. “We have all our classes together.”

“Really?” I asked her disbelievingly.

“Yep, so let’s go.” She said and took my hand and I followed her.

“So do you like Paramore, because Haley would be proud?” I asked her snickering.

“Oh yes, because Haley Williams would actually take the time to look at me?” She retorted sarcastically.

“She loves her fans.” I pointed out.

“You gotta good point.” She said defeated, “Now what’s your name

“Andy.” She replied smiling, “Now is your real name Ais?”

“Nope,” I said popping the ‘p’.

“Oh okay, so what is it?”

“Arizona.”

“Cool, mine is Andria, but I’m not about that name.” She says with distaste.

“I would be the same, if I were you.”

“So this is our class, it is trig.” She replied, and I let out a moan. “I know, I know, it fuckin’ sucks, but we apparently need it so, yeah.”

“We don’t need this bullshit.” I said, as we sat in the very back of the class.

“I know, I’m just saying it as if it were to come true.” She sighed, “I don’t really have any other friends so it is just you and me.”

“Eh, less people I have to talk to.” I said with a chuckle.

She was about to continue when someone stormed in and looked around. It was a tall skinny, curly haired boy, lanky and with adorable nerd glasses. He looked at everyone and saw Andy, and blushed and walked to the front row. I looked over at Andy, and she was a bright red, trying to hide her face behind her carrot colored hair.

I smirked and thought to myself, I’m so going to play cupid this year.

“So who was he?” I asked her, acting as if I didn’t notice the two’s behavior.

“That is Danny.” She replied, a smile instantly lighting up her face.

“Danny?” I asked out loud, and got the boys attention, as he looked towards us. I waved him over with a smile. He hesitantly got up and walked over to us. I moved to the empty seat next to me, thus causing an open seat next to Andy and I motioned for him to sit in it. He looked around, turned a red and sat down. “Hi, I’m sorry. I’m new, and you looked cool. So I wanted to know if you wanted to eat lunch with us later today?”

“You think I look cool?” He asked looking down at his Bring Me The Horizon shirt. “You think BMTH is cool?”

“Yes, I love BMTH. And you just generally looked cool.” I said and he smiled at me, I do think this kid is genuinely cool. “And my friend, Andy, said you were cool.”

“Yeah, really cool.” She said, stuttering.

“Thank you and you both seem nice.” We both looked at each other and laughed.

“Wait until you see our sarcastic bitch sides.” I said, and he only smirked.

“Can’t fuckin’ wait.” He said.

The rest of the class we were goofing around and messing with each other, it was pretty fun. And a few times I caught myself thinking about Mikey. But I was being ridiculous. I mean we haven’t even known each other for that long.

Eventually the class ended and we only had this class and lunch with Danny, so we said our goodbyes and headed opposite directions. And we went to his classroom and waited for him and then we started walking to the cafeteria.

“Dude, Byer, gave me an A+ just because I was complaining about how teachers don’t give shits these days.” He said, “The paper was supposed to be about him.”

“Byer hates me. I could write fucking Shakespeare and he would get me an F- for using the word ‘the’ more than once.” Andy said shaking her head. “Not like he’d actually get his head out of the sectary’s ass to read it.”

“The Situations sectary?” I asked stifling back a laugh.

“Oh my God yes. Or the Hot For Teacher sectary.” Danny laughed.

“Duh that is where Escape The Fate got the Situations video idea from.”

“Ah, Van Halen.” Andy said.

“Look all the emo’s walking down the hall together. What going to go have an emo threesome, and make faggot babies?” Said annoying jock- the jock from earlier said.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole. No one asked for your dammed opinion.” I said and flipped him off.

“Oh looks like the emo slut isn’t afraid of talking back.” He said standing in front of me.

“Listen asshole, what makes her slut? And what defines her emo? Just leave us alone, and we’ll stay out of your way.” Danny said, looking mildly pissed off at him.

“Look now it is the emo nerd taking a stand. What is she your girlfriend?” He asked tauntingly.

“No. And even if they were dating it wouldn’t be any of your business. So go take your damn opinion and shove it up your ass.” Andy growled.

“Look now it is Carrot Top trying to act tough.” He laughed, talking to one of his buddies. ”Just remember red, I can destroy you.”

“Go ahead. Fucking say it I dare you. Admitting it would cost you a lot more than you think.” Andy said rolling her eyes.

“Just get the fuck out of here you brainless shit head prick.” I said narrowing my eyes are him, and clenching and unclenching my fists.

“Or what you’re going to hit? Tell on me? Bored me to death with you emo love poems? Pull out your razor and slit your wrists until I make you stop?” He asked me poking my chest.

He did it.

I grabbed his finger and pushed it backwards, almost breaking his finger. He screamed and I knee him in the balls. He drops to the floor. I look down at him, as he looks up at me.

“Don’t ever, ever, lay your nasty ass hand on me again, or you’ll get this twice as bad.”

I didn’t wait for him to respond as I walked away, with a giggling Andy and a smirking Danny hot on my trail. I just laugh when they complemented me.

“Okay so I know not to touch you with consent.” Danny laughed.

“You can touch me whenever,” I countered giving him a funny face one would tie with a pedophile. “Especially my wenis.”

“Oh of course,” He said and pulled the fat on my elbow. “You’re so warm.”

“I’m only warm for you.” I winked; Andy was practically on the floor crying with laughter. Me and

Danny looked at each other and broke out laughing. We got weird looks and some muttered profanities about blocking peoples’ way. It was rather annoying, but we hardly noticed for our laughing fest.

We eventually stood up, and made our way into the cafeteria. We got our food and made our way out to the last table at the very far left corner of the cafeteria. Once we ate we sat and joked about anything and everything, while I played Iron Maiden quietly.

Eventually we got out of school and Andy and Danny head in a different way than mine. I give them both my numbers and head off to go hang out with Mikey.

I ran into the playground blasting Slipknot. Mikey was nowhere to be seen. I felt a pang to my chest as I looked at the ground.

“Why so down, Princess?” I heard the familiar accent and turned to see and confused Mikey. Fuck my heart felt fuzzy when he said Princess. I swallowed the lump in my throat and smiled. “What happened?”

“Nothing- well shit went down, if that’s what you’re asking. But other than that I’m fine.” I said smiling sheepishly. “Thanks for being concerned.”

“Why of course, Princess.” He said using the pet name. I likes it, but I wasn’t you typical princess. “So please tell me about the shit storm that happened at your first day.”

“Kicked some jock in his balls ‘cause he was being a close minded fuck, and a bitch to my new friends.” He tensed when I said friends.

“Oh, what are these friend’s names?” He asked, giving me a tiny smile.

“Andy Georgeman and Danny Edge, why?” A look of remembrance crosses his face. “Little Andria.” He giggled.

“She is small, but I wouldn’t say tiny.” I laughed and jumped on the old rusting swings, patting the one next to mine. He sits down, and laughs as I started to swing bath and forth yelling at the swing for making annoying noises.

"It’s good that you are making friends. Now about this Danny guy?”

“He and Andy are going to hook up, if I have any say in it.” I laughed as his expression turned relieved. “They were practically made for each other.”

“Let me see your music playing thingy.” He asked, his hand reaching for my iPod.

“Oh you want my iPod?” I handed it to him and he went into my music groups. He picked
Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit. I laugh and swing with him. I get a text from Danny asking if I wanted to have a Star Wars/The Lord of The Rings/ Friends marathon with fatting foods, alcohol, weed, and anything else I want to bring.

“Hey, would you like to go over Danny’s house this weekend with me and Andy?” I asked Johnnie turning Nirvana down just a little bit.

“I’d love to… But I can’t… I’m sorry.” He said sadly, looking down.

“It’s okay, there is always next week. Or whenever.” I said bringing him into a comforting embrace.

“Yeah okay.” He said

“Anyway you want a smoke?’ I asked him, taking out my pack.

“Sure and here is your lighter back.” He said handing me my old one that had ‘The Black Cat’ written on it with a black sharpie.

“You keep it.” I replied and pushed his hand back towards him, “I got a lighter that I like.”

“I like it too.” He said taking my new one in his hands after he pocketed the other one. My new one was silver and imprinted in black was The Crow from Edgar Allen Poe. “I didn’t know you were a Poe fan, I just thought you wrote that in boredom.”

“Oh please, I love him. But The Black Cat is my favorite out of all his works.” I smiled and turned around. Showing off the quote from him.

“You have a cute ass.” He laughed and I blushed and sat down, attempting to hide the red in my cheeks. He put one finger under my chin and pulled upward, bring out eyes together. I looked into the bright green, and got utterly lost. He pushed the hair out of my face and put it behind my ear.

We both started to lean in and once his lips were a mere centimeter away from mine my phone went off and I jumped. I pulled away quickly and turned a deep red. Mikey looked upset but yet wore a smirk.

I picked up my phone and answered the call, without looking who it was.

“Hello?” I asked with ice in my voice.

“Hey, it’s your father. Get your ass home right now. You’re worrying your mother, you disgraceful little piece of shit.” He spat and hung up. I sighed and sank down a bit. I turned and looked at Mikey.

“I have to go, I’m sorry.” I said, picking up my bookbag and charger.

“Wait!” he said, standing quickly. He picked up something off the ground and handed it to me. I looked at it and realized it was my cigarette I dropped when he said I had a cute ass. I laughed and gave him another one. “And this,” He leaned towards I was expecting a kiss, but I just got a hug. It was enough for me. I hugged him back.

“Bye, Mikey!” I said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” he asked hopeful.

“Tomorrow.”

Once I got home it was a shit storm of questions. Here are just a few.

Mom; were you having it?

Me; no mum.

Dad; were you slitting your wrists in the forest?

Me; Thanks for the idea, but nope.

Mum; did you do anything you didn’t want to do?

Me; I did what I wanted too.

Dad; you were getting high in the woods weren’t you?

Me; not yet.

Mum; were you drinking?

Me; not a single drop.

That is just like ¼ of them. I wish I was lying.

I just remember that I never texted Danny back about the weekend thing. I texted him back,
Sorry, forgot about the invite. But sure, I’ll be there. And I’ll bring the whisky, vodka, and wine coolers ;)

I thought you died or something lol. But okay, not the cheap vodka either. And I’ll text Andy and tell her that you are coming.

Lol? And okay, I will bring Cake Vodka xD

Okay, text you later

Ok.

I laughed and checked the time five p.m. Well to Tumblr I go. I was scrolling through Tumblr when there was a knock at my bedroom door. I groaned and told them to come in and it was unlocked.

Down came my dad with a disapproving look. Or it was his normal look; he honestly has that same facial expression every time I am around him. He was holding the phone to his ear. He said he was going to talk to me now, and a brief goodbye and a thank you.

“That was your new school calling.” He said blankly.

“Okay…And?” It was either Mr. Asshole or the Situations Sectary.

“They said the first human you came in contact with there you called a whore, and then you almost broke a football players hand when he was asking you a simple question.”

“Okay, so the bitch was being stupid. And he touched me after calling me a faggot- and there is no way in fucking hell I’m going to let him touch me without my permission.” I seethed the last part.

“He is a man, he can touch as many girls as he pleases, and you girls should just shut their mouths and deal with it like a lady.”

“You sexist piece of shit, I hope you die in a fiery car crash.” I said venom dripping into my words.

“Watch your mouth young lady!” He screamed, pointing his finger in my direction. “Or you’ll regret it.”

“Watch your words poor daddy.” I said smirking and getting up, pushing him out of my room, and once he was about to walk out of the door, “Or you’ll regret it.”

Once I was in my room, I sighed and pushed the hair out of my face and into the back of my head. I fell against my bed.

Notes

I'm sorry I just realized I forgot to change Johnnie into Mikey.