Lost but not Alone

Intro

Okay, so this is a first time I am writing something like this. But hey, here I am. This is More of my go to place to make story ideas for later stories, one page should be one story, but maybe two if the story I have in mind is short and dark. Please note: I am not the best writer, so please go easy on me!

"Okay, you got me. I listen to metal music, so what! Not like you can judge me for not even giving it a try, maybe try to suck less dick and try listening to more music. I just don't understand how you can judge me for something so... stupid!"
I stare into the screen of my computer, how I usually spend my nights.

"Well, metal usually means you have more serious thoughts about mass murder..." An idiot online tries to explain to me, but I know much more than he ever will even process about music.

"How so? I can get you a large list of musicians that do not even talk about mass murder, suicide, drugs, and excetera!" I am much more irritated with the persons idiocracy, I do wish to start blaring music for him to hear, but that is not a nice thing for anybody to do to some nerd online, who probably stalks people through their readings online. 

"N-n nrrg." Is the only thing a faceless man speaks into my ear, before replying swiftly to the lack of words he is trying to get out of his headless mouth.

"That's right fucker. Go back to listening to your dubstep or whatever you listen to." I say angrily to him, frustrated beyond belief.

I furiously type this entry, blaring Korn into my ears from ear buds, because class is far too boring for me right now, working on the computer without typing! What nonsense. Crap, class is getting out soon, luckily since I am typing up stuff, it looks like I am working! Thank god discord and a typing website where I can tell stories is free to use, or I would be caught playing games every couple minutes. 

Sadly it is soon time to pack up, my unaware teacher standing in front of me, believing I am working hard to make up my failing grade in his class, which I will not. I have enough homework to last me all weekend. My friends are all in separate classes so I can focus in the eyes of my counselor, which is the opposite, I am able to have class with two friends in first period, and I am passing with a great grade! It's even a math class! Get it?  Even? Math? I know, that was pretty bad of me. But anyway! Passing time is soon, and I walk to my next class.

I began to silently through the hallway, my earbuds blocking out the headaching voices of the hallways. I really want to go home, but my grades are reflecting my time in class with typing away with strangers online, jeez, I need to get a life before sports starts back up in about a week from now. Track and field will involve a lot of running and little time on my phone like in swimming. While all this information runs through my head I turn and take a step into my next class, where this idiot came sprinting out and jumped into me. We both hit the ground with a large thud.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" I say to the guy who is in to much of a hurry what it seemed like.

"Everything, princess. Excuse me, I will be late." He rudely gets off of me and runs off, showing no sign of the romance that could have ensued.

"Cya asshole!" I yell at him angrily, sitting up, feeling a cold liquid on my chest.

It is coffee, cold as all hell, and now I need to get changed, since he spilt his drink all over me. I walk to the office and get one of the many towels they have in case of emergencies and incidents like this. I am stuck in the office with a towel wrapped around me and I forced myself to sign myself out, not caring what response will be given by my parents.

On the drive home, the cold coffee drips off me like water when someone gets out of a pool. I give a irritated sigh as I had finals this week and I would have one less day to completely study everything the classes learned. One of which was psychology, a class I love but have lots of issues with. I am one of the more intelligent people in class. When I raise my hand, she doesn't even look at me. She knows what I am able to do psychologically, however someone not my teacher would think otherwise.

I get home and immediately get an earful from my mom, which I swiftly block it out and proceeded to change into a new outfit. One of my casual ones that I only have inside my house. I Walk downstairs, blocking out the voices of my arguing parents while I get something to drink. I walk back out into the living room to find the arguing over, and parents at the door, acting nice all of the sudden. It was that asshole who ran into me.