Mistakes (A My Chemical Romance Problem)

Chapter 27: Cliques.

Charlotte.

I walked through the corridors with my clique of friends, catching the gazes of every body we passed. Some scared and some envious. I felt normal again. I was able to walk the school halls with out people whispering bad things about me. Avery was recovering from his rant this morning about how these people in my circle of friends weren’t really my friends. I just blew him off again. Ever since Avery had come of Belleville he’s been yapping my ears of about my clique. He was just jealous because he only had Jake Lucas as a friend and I had a bunch more than him. Today was a really good day. I marched down the halls during our lunch break. Although I was getting kind of tired of picking on people for the hell of it. Summer break has showed me alot and I need to step up my game and stop being suck a spoiled little bitch. I hesitated with every step I toke. I thought for a long while trying to find myself. Who was I? What type of person am I? I kept my eyes to the ground as every one laughed and joked around happily. Jock the quarter back of the foot ball team bumped into a small kid sending him flying to the ground. Jock eyed the kid aggressively and snarled cursed under his breath. I stood near the back so I couldn’t see anything. I looked around Stacy Compton to see Avery sitting on the floor his book bag open and text books scattered across the floor. He had lost his glasses so he patted around looking for them. I felt annoyed and a bit pissed off. I moved swiftly from the back to Avery’s side, handing him his Harry Potter like glasses. He smiled at me as the popular kids laughed at him. I didn’t find this very funny. This is the eighth time today that he’s been knocked to the ground and he’s been made fun of every time some one sees him. I was getting sick of these sexuality jokes and insults they’re not funny, they’re just getting out of hand.

“Charlotte, what are you doing?” Jock asked with a harsh tone. He grabbed my shoulder and forced me to look at him. I made a face at him then smacked his hand away.

“I’m helping my brother.” I hissed at him. His friends made noises that made me couldn’t careless about them. I helped Avery gather his things and get back to his feet. Avery was quiet as he looked at me, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Char, you honestly don’t need to do this.” He whispered to me with a nervous and royal tone. I shook my head disagreeing with Avery; I did need to do this. I think I found myself and my future. It’s not in the popular clique. It’s with the out casts and nerds and geeks and all of those who don’t fit in. I stood in front of Avery proudly, my head held high and confidence roaring in my spirit.

“Actually Avery, I do need to do this.” I said proudly to him. I stared up at Jock with a glare that could scare a witch doctor. He glared down at me. Okay here is the height difference. I’m about four foot nine maybe ten. Avery is five foot two and Jock is six foot five. There is just over a two foot difference between Jock and myself. I felt like an ant compared to this huge tub of lard. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at Jock.

“Look the fag has his sister sticking up for him.” Jock teased. I was honestly losing my temper and fast. I hated this and I was totally against it but I smashed his face in. Yep it was Monday morning and my dad’s birthday, last day of October and I just beat the crap out of the star quarter back who out weighs me by like a full hundred pounds but hey it was so worth it. I guess you can say I was in deep shit. Mom and dad came this time while Uncle Mikey watched over Lily. I sat in the principle’s office again. She frowned at me as Avery sat next to me with a blank expression. Dad’s expression was fatal when he saw both of us sitting there.

“What happened this time?” Dad asked with a very disappointed tone. I felt a sharp dagger stab me in the heart when Avery stood up.

“She was only sticking up for me.” Avery said very proudly. I felt better and worse when he said that now he’s going to get in trouble and I won’t be in as much so that is going to be on my mind. I pulled Avery’s pants signalling him to sit down and shut up before we get into more trouble. Avery swatted my hand away and kept going on about how they shouldn’t punish me. He was just digging himself into a whole that he will not be able to get out of easily. I’d say about two months of laundry from me and he’ll have to help me get my grades up before November so I don’t get into trouble for failing my classes. Mom and dad talked with Principle Newton. She was still royally pissed off at Avery for that foot ball game where he changed the band uniform from the crappy school colours to the black parade jackets. That was like a week after he got the crap beaten out of him for trying to beat up Jock. I love Avery for trying to defend my social status by getting the snot kicked out of him. He was the best brother and Chad was there to see Mrs Newton go beat red as they played their instruments looking like the walking dead. Avery looked just like dad did when he was recording Black Parade. He was amazing people usually booed at the band kids but this year they cheered and asked for more, Avery even said that more kids wanted to join band and their running out of spots for kids. Okay let’s just say none of us got into trouble from mom and dad or the school. I was officially amazed. I thought I’d get it for sure but no. I was off the hook. So the rest of the school day went by very slowly. I don’t usually put my hood up when I’m walking home but I was honestly terrified that I’d get stones thrown at me. I walked through the halls dreading the front doors, I wanted to go through the back way but teachers littered those doors after school so I had no choice but to walk through hell. I put my hood over my still blue hair, shadowing my face. I had brought my IPod with me so I could drown out the noises of my family’s name being used in vain.  I tried to get passed the crowd that blocked the front doors. I felt a million eyes on me, piercing their gazes through me like sharp knives slicing through meat. It was the worst feeling any one could feel. I hated it so much it’s not even funny. I felt some one pat me on the back, I kept walking. It seemed to take forever to get to the gates that led me to freedom. I was stopped suddenly when I tumbled to the ground. I looked back with blurry eyes to see one of Jock’s friends Daren laughed his butt off. His friends joined in. I herd paper fall to the ground as I got back to my feet. In big black letters it read. Kick me I’m emo. I was actually really mad now. But I couldn’t go back to beat him, I was still on school grounds. And the likely hood of him coming off of school grounds until I was long gone was very high. I turned and began to walk passed the gates. My name was called alot and I felt stones hit my bag. I didn’t care. It takes me about an hour to walk home so I’ll have time to just think. I think tomorrow I’ll ride my bike. Wait I rode my bike today. Wow today has been a bad day. Thank god today I wore pants. Yep the rule of girls having to wear skirts has been lifted. So I wore pants today. Avery’s extra pair to be exact but don’t tell him that. I picked at the lock with the key nervously. The blue bike’s seat was at my hip. So I was able to reach the peddles. I herd some kids coming around the corner as I jumped on the bike and peddled as fast as I could. I passed the popular kids. The fast beat music made me peddle faster than I really should have. I swear I rode right by Mikey and Gerard coming out of star bucks. Well that’s the place they’d be, trying to get free coffee again. I even herd my name being called by some one behind me but I wasn’t taking any chances if it wasn’t them. I just kept going, crossing streets and skidding down back lanes. I was able to see the drive way and I was knew I was safe. I peddled faster so I could get inside. I was just about to cross the street. I wasn’t paying attention when I felt a force throwing me over the handles of the bike, over the trunk of a car and flying through the air. I hit the ground hard, landing on my back pack. I grunted when I hit the ground. Oh yeah the felt . . . Awesome. I wasn’t in any pain honestly just a pressure on my back. I saw my dad’s face over mine.

“Charlotte! I’m so sorry!” He said. Oh my dad was the one who hit me. He helped me up off the ground. My back arched over my bag. I think I landed on a pen. I do not know. I ran around the back of the car and grabbed the bike and rode to the house. I was a bit paranoid. Just slightly. I slammed the front door and tossed my bag in the corner. Mom’s concerned eyes on me.

“What happened to you?” She asked curiously. Gerard, Mikey and Ray were seated on the couch with star bucks coffees in their hands. So it was them.

“Yeah, you passed us when we were getting coffee, we called for you but you ignored us. Some kids were running after you, are you okay?”Gerard asked. I just stood there wide eyed and speechless. I pointed behind me with my thumb and crocked a half smile.

“Dad hit me with the car.” I announced with a neutral tone.