You're All I Want {Tate Langdon fan-fiction}

Chapter One

"Rachel! Time to wake up!" my mother screamed from downstairs. My vision was blurry from the deep sleep I was just awakened from. I rubbed my eyes and forced myself out of my bed. I put on the outfit that I had laid out the night before. I then brushed my knotty hair, that hasn't been brushed in three days. I went downstairs and ate the breakfast that my mother had prepared for me. I shoved the last piece of my eggs into my mouth. "So, are you excited for your first day of highschool?" my mother asked while taking a sip from her coffee. "Eh, not really" I said, with a mouth full of eggs. "Why not?" my mother said concerned. I don't know? Maybe because I have no friends, and whenever I actually make a friend they end up leaving me? Or the fact that my whole middle school thought I was completely insane last year. Of course I couldn't say that to her. "I'm not sure. I just don't like change" was my excuse. It didn't look like she wasn't buying it. "You'll be fine. Now go brush your teeth quick, your bus will be here soon" she said, as I got out of my chair. I went up the stairs and into the bathroom. As I put the toothpaste on my toothbrush, I examined myself in the mirror. Ew. I was disappointed. My arms and body were skinny. I know you probably think, why is that such a bad thing? I'm to skinny. I have been anorexic for about a year now, and I'm not proud of it. I try to stop, but I just can't. The only non skinny part of my body are my legs. I hate them with a burning passion. I've tried multiple ways to make them skinnier, but none of them work. My arms and legs were covered in scars, some new, some old. You see, I wasn't one of the skinniest nor good looking children growing up. I was bullied from first to eighth grade, and now a new one is approaching, and I'm not excited for it. I looked away from the mirror. "I'm going to work hunny! Have a fun day!" my mother yelled from downstairs. "Love you" I said, trying to use as much of my voice as I could, but it was no use. The front door opened and closed with a loud thud. I finished brushing my teeth and went downstairs. I put on my sweatshirt and grabbed my backpack that I haven't touched since the last day of school, and walked out the door. The warm weather hit my face. I breathed in the fresh air. I walked down my street to the bus stop. The people already there looked at me in disgust. I have learned to ignore them last year, but I just couldn't now. I looked away, and walked a couple steps back. The bus came after five long minutes. As I walked into the bus, it had seemed like everyone was mocking me. I was two seats in until my walking was interrupted by a foot, causing me to fall flat on my face. Everyone began to laugh. I tried to get up, but the people behind me just walked right on top of me. When everyone sat down, I got up and looked for a seet. There was a couple of spots open, but no one would let me sit anywhere. I sat next to a boy that I had never seen before. He was the only one the didn't seem to care about my presence. He had curly dirty blonde hair, and dark brown eyes, kind of like me. He wore a black t-shirt that had the words, 'Normal people scare me,' written on the top. He looked out the window. I sat awkwardly, and pulled out my phone. I checked my instagram, mostly filled with suicide quotes and pictures. A paper ball hit the back of my head. I looked behind me, and everyone started laughing. "Can you stop" I said, throwing the ball back. I continued to look on instagram. "Haha your such a emo!" Someone screamed behind me. I ignored it. The boy next to me looked up from the window at me. I looked into his piercing eyes for a while. We examined each other for a while. I stopped staring, since he probably thought I was a freak. The same person kept yelling at me. I took out my earbuds and listened to Panic! at the disco, to block out the insults. I closed my eyes, and leaned my head against the chair. My phone was suddenly jerked out of my hands. I looked behind me and saw a boy with brown hair holding it up in his hands. "Give that back!" I screamed. "Why should I, emo!" he screamed back. Everyone laughed at his response. "Stop! Just give me my phone!" I yelled. He backed it further away from me as I grabbed for it. He opened the window. "Stop!" I yelled standing up. I went to grab for it, but it was too late. He threw my phone out the window, as it soon disappeared into a nothing. Everyone laughed as I began to cry. I sat down, and dried my tears. The boy next to me back up against the window. Great, I haven't even gotten to school yet and already my whole bus hates me and my phone shattered on the street somewhere. I laid my head onto my backpack and closed my eyes. Soon enough, we were there. I pulled my bag onto my back and walked down the aisle. I walked off the bus and waited outside with a crowd of people. I didn't know where to go. I went up to a teacher waiting by the doors. "Where should I go?" I asked her. "Do you have your schedule?" She asked me. "Yeah" I said, pulling it out of my bag. I gave her the paper. "Ah, Mr. Camillo for Italian," she said. "Room 211, just got up the stairs over there and it should be at the end of that hall" she said, pointing inside at a set of stairs. "Okay thank you," I said as she handed me back my schedule. I walked into the building. It was gigantic. The walls were red and covered with lockers. I went up the stairs, and followed her directions. I reached the end of the hall after a while. "211" I said to myself, as I examined the silver room numbers on the doors. A tall figure bumped into me. "Watch where you're going!" a manly voice screamed. I walked faster. I finally found it. I walked into a classroom. There wasn't many people. The teacher greeted me. "Hello, what is your name?" he asked me. "Rachel Kempson" I said. He checked the list that was in his hands. "Ah okay, you can sit right there" he said, pointing to a desk in the front row. I sat there for a while, until the bell rang. Most of the seats were, except for the one next to me. "Hello class! My name is Mr. Camillo," he bagan. "I will be your Italian teacher for the rest of the year. First let's do attendance." He said almost to cheerful. He went through out the names. "Vanessa Smith?" "Here!" Christine Brooks?" "Here!" The process went on and on. "Rachel Kempson?" "Here," I said in a low voice, but loud enough so he could hear me. Everyone glared at me. "Tate Langdon?" There was silence. "Anyone one seen Tate?" He asked. Everyone looked at each other. "Okay, guess not." He said, marking on his list. He finished the long list after five more minutes. He began talking again, but I began to drift off. All I could think about was that kid who sat next to me on the bus. My thoughts were interrupted by the loud speakers. "Lockdown! This is not a drill!" Someone said over the speakers. My heart rate intensified. "Everyone down!" Mr. Camillo said, while locking the door. I hid beneath my desk. "Everyone be quiet," he whispered, while hiding behind his desk. A gunshot rang from downstairs. I shivered at the loud noise. Another went off. They were getting closer and closer. There were loud footsteps walking down the hallway. They shot four times. Another time. And another. All followed by screams. The footsteps continued. The person was right in front of the door. I ducked down even closer to the floor. A loud thud came knocking against the door. Everyone got even more silent than before. The person kept throwing their body against the door. The door came crashing down. My eyes began to fill with tears. I held my ears shut as a gunshot went off. I clenched my eyes shut. At least thirty shots were fired. I looked up after it had stopped the floor was covered in puddles of blood. Everyone was dead. I was the only one alive. I looked around the room to see if the coast was clear. I quickly ducked down again as I saw black combat boots from the corner of my desk. I slowly looked up. I screamed as a face appeared right in front of mine. His face was covered in skull makeup. I backed up. "Please don't hurt me!" I screamed. "Oh don't worry darling, you're the only one I wont hurt," He said with a laugh. I looked up at him once more. His hair was curly and dirty blonde, his eyes dark brown. He was the boy on the bus.