Save Me A Spark

What a dick

I get up and look at the time. 5:00 am. Cool. I get my clothes and shit ready for a shower. I strip down to my pink and black Hello Kitty underwear set. I love Hello Kitty, don't fucking judge me. I grab my phone, play Carry The Torch by Motionless In White, and go in the shower. Once I get
out, I put on a Batman underwear set, a pair of black skinny jeans, a tanktop that says, "Yes I'm a bitch, but not yours,", a pair of Lilo and Stitch knee high socks, and a pair of black knee high combat boots. I brush my long red hair and decide it looks cute enough without being straight. I put on my black and white Hello Kitty zip up hoodie, and grab my school bag and my makeup bag and head out the door. On the way I apply my makeup. Eye makeup first (as shown below.)

Then I apply my signature cherry red lipstick, and voila! I'm done. As I finish I hear voices, and I turn around to see who they are. They're all guys; one with the most amazing afro I've ever seen; one had some pretty badass tattoos and was kinda short; one with shoulder length black hair; and one with straight dirty blonde hair and glasses. I turn back around and pray to whatever the fuck is up there, that they don't see me (it's still dark out). And for a moment I think they can't. But my relief is short lived, because one of them yells,"Hey!" I put on my ear buds, put on Angel Eyes by New Year's Day featuring Chris Motionless, throw my hood on and walk faster. I sing along to Ashley Costello's part, and do a mini headbang. All of a sudden, I feel an arm around my waist, and a hand over my mouth. I try to break free, but he's too strong. Oh my Glob, I can't believe I'm about to do this. I sink my teeth into my captor's hand, making him cry out, and take his arm away, giving me time to bolt. I run, and I don't stop. Not even when my legs burn in pain. Not until I reach the school grounds where I knew I'm safe. Well, to an extent. I walk in and turn to see the main office. I go .to the office and clear​ my throat. The secretary looks up and smiles, "What can I do for you?" I fiddle with my hoodie strings, "I'm new here." She puts on her reading glasses and turns to face her computer, "Name?" I look up, "Feyre (Fay-ruh) Jade Price." She smiles genuinely, "You have a very pretty name." I smile back, "Thank you." She looks at her computer, "Your schedule should be juuuust about done." She takes my schedule out of the printer and hands it to me, "Good luck." I smile, "Thanks." Hell knows I'll need it. I walk around trying to find my first period, but to no avail. After about ten minutes of looking I decide to just skip. I find a small nook between the licks and the wall, and I just so happen to be small enough to fit in it. Another convenience is that no one can see me, unless they're standing right next to me. I take out my sketchbook and start drawing an emo unicorn. I freeze when I hear voices. Seriously? I just pray that they don't come any closer. But knowing my luck that's exactly what they do. I continue to freeze, and they're almost right next to me. I try to silently put my sketchbook back in my bag, but the worst thing happens. I drop it. One of them hears it hit the floor, "Hey, Frank, check this out." I hear footsteps coming right for me, and I try to make myself smaller. One of them picks up my sketchbook, and starts flipping through it. I want so badly to just jump out and snatch it out of their hands, but then they'd know I was there. I feel my phone vibrate and I pull it out to see that there's a text message from my best friend back home. It's a retarded stick figure meme about Chris Motionless.

I try to muffle my giggles, but fail miserably. I hear one of them speak, "Did you guys hear that?" I hear footsteps approach me and see someone looking straight at me. I gasp when I see who it is. Well fuck me with a chainsaw, it's one of those fucks I saw from earlier. It's the one with the black hair. He smirks when he sees me, "Well aren't you a pretty little thing?" I try to back up even more but my back hits the wall. Stupid wall. He gets closer and stands right in front of me. I notice that his hand is bandaged, and I smirk, "So you're the cuntbucket whose hand I bit. Just thought you ought to know, you taste disgusting." Honestly, I have no idea how he tastes, I was just focused on getting the hell out of there, plus I only said that to piss him off. Nonetheless, I see rage flare in his hazel eyes. He pulls me out of my little corner, and slams me up against the lockers, making me whimper. He smirks at my pain, "You have exactly three seconds to apologize." I sneer, "Or what?" He smirks, "You don't wanna know." He looks over to his buddies and gets distracted. Idiot. I kick him in the dick, grab my shit, and run as fast as I can. Then I remember that I forgot my sketchbook, and slow down. Big mistake. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind, and lips against my ear, "You just don't stop, do ya sugar?" I struggle, "Let me go you freak!" As soon as the words leave my lips, I feel horrible. He immediately lets go, and I turn around to see his eyes tearing up as he slowly backs away. I walk towards him, "Wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" He stops, and I walk over so that I'm standing only a few inches away from him. A tear falls down his face and I wrote it away with my thumb, "What's your name?" He gives me a small style, "Gerard. Gerard Way."

I know it sucks. But bear with me, it gets better. Btw if someone ever tries to grab you, don't be stupid like Feyre here. Fucking run. And maybe scream.
Love y'all,
Fun-size.
Ps: Don't let yourself be life's bitch.