I was sitting on the cold hardwood floor in my new large room. Tears welled up in my eyes when I unclenched my fist to reveal a crumpled picture of me and my best friend, Danielle. It had been taken just days before I left for Ohio, surprisingly, we looked happy even though we both broke down crying after the flash had gone off. Dani was much tanner than me being out in the sun from being a soccer player. Her hair is a short dark brown with blond mixed in; she has blue green eyes and freckles dusted lightly on her face. Needless to say, my best friend is beautiful.
Danielle and I had been best friends since 3rd grade, now entering freshman year we would be apart. She is still in Colorado, going to the high school we passed everyday on the way to middle school and I’m here in Ohio because my step dad got a new job. The only part I liked was that I would be attending a performing arts school.
Let me explain. My mom, Alice and my dad, George married young and had me, woo. Then a nine years later my brother Josh was born and dad skipped out shortly after. We honestly have no idea where he is and I don’t want to know either. Right before my brother turned three my mom and Charlie met. They fell in love and married a year later. Now, I’m 14 and Josh is 5.
Don’t get wrong, I like Charlie; he loves my mom and Josh a lot and cares for them but, barley talks to me. When we go out in public he is always the farthest he can get away from me. He hates introducing me to his coworkers at his work dinners. I think it’s for the way I look.
I’m one of those girls that wears skinny jeans and band tees. I have naturally dark brown hair that I dye black; it has a lot of layers, it’s long, and hangs in my eyes to left a bit. My eyes are a bright blue that I circle with black eyeliner on the inside of my lids and on the top of my upper eyelid. Having naturally long eyelashes I add black mascara to add thickness. My skin is pale; I avoid the sun at all costs. I like leather jackets and boots. He hates everything that I wear and even more, the music I listen to.
Charlie can’t stand that I listen to Escape the Fate, Motley Crue, The Misfits, Alkaline Trio, Alesana, Danzig, Skid Row, KISS, and Bullet For My Valentine. I’m into rock, metal, screamo, alternative, 70’s metal, punk, and 80’s glam and hair metal.
He has told me many times it’s just a stage that I will grow out of, that I’m trying to impress people for unknown reasons. I’m not trying to impress anyone; I just like what I like and dress how I want.
Charlie discovered that whole “emo” kid thing on the news and asked if I cut myself. It’s not even something to worry about because my mother and I have a great relationship, I tell her everything and she knows the truth. As if I didn’t get that shit in middle school, I now get it at home.
I was so caught up in my best friend and Colorado when suddenly my thoughts were broken by my mom.
“Raven Annabelle Raine!! I have been calling you for a while now! Get down here and finish getting your boxes!” she yelled, oooooh, full name, better hurry.
I looked around my empty room at the few boxes and spotted my deep, rich red framed long mirror. I quickly grabbed it and looked at the reflection in front of me. I was wearing my favorite black skinny jeans, a studded belt, and grey v neck, even though it was still hot in Ohio. I slipped on my boots and ruffled my straight hair before exiting my room, down the large staircase and out the door.
“Thank you honey,” my mom said as I emerged outside, “some of your stuff is still in the truck.” She pointed to the big vehicle in our new drive way. “I’ll be inside unpacking the kitchen things.” I nodded and she disappeared inside the double doors of out new house.
I was walking down the drive to the open end of the moving truck when I heard someone talking across the street. A guy was walking out of the house with a guitar case in his hand and had a pretty girl with a camera around her neck holding his other. They were definitely a cute couple. The guy wore all black and had spiky black hair; he opened a car trunk and put his things in there. At the same moment someone else walked out.
This time it was a girl; she was short and wore all black too, not to mention black Ray Bands covering her eyes. She had drum sticks in the back pockets of her skinny jeans.