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•|•|• Skylar •|•|•

As they leave, I open my laptop and open DeviantART. Before I continue, I stroll to my door an lock it, then to my windows and close the blinds, lock the window, and draw the curtains closed. I walk back to the computer and check through the 15 messages telling me how good I am and if I can make them one. I reply with a "No, I only draw for myself." on those.

I work on the logo and finish it within an hour. I hum along to the beat of Linkin Park and DeadMau5 mashed up-may I proudly add, made by me. As I finish the sketch, I trace over it and greyscale it.

I grin as I look at the beautiful artwork. I save the folder and put it as the logo for YouTube.

Logging out on both and deleting all evidence, I go into my walk-in closet, shut the door behind me, and step into the attic with my drums, guitar, and dubstep equipment. Lucky for me, these walls, roofs, doors, and floors are soundproof. I change into the clothes I have to hide myself: All black. The lights are off too, so It's pitch black. I'll do what I've always done when I make my own songs, too.

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I finish it and hide all the equipment an such, locking the attic door and walking into my room. I go on my laptop and login to YouTube, uploading the song and logging off and deleting evidence, shutting the lid. Sighing, I unlock my door an open my blinds and curtains.

Knock knock. "Dwinner, bwudda!" My three-year-old brother called. I opened the door and shut it behind me, letting Laxid piggy back ride me down the stairs and into the kitchen. I set him down and say him in his seat.

Blowing out a quiet sigh, I gave him a kiss on his temple and said quietly to the three, "Night."

And with that, I walked upstairs, shut and locked my door and curled up in a ball on my bed, falling asleep soon enough.

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I woke up and yawned, stretching. I combed my medium-length red hair away from my ultra blue eyes. I slipped on my Slipknot tee and black skinny jeans and black converse. I pulled on my scarf and grabbed my car keys, backpack, and iPhone5c.

I grabbed two waffles, two pop tarts, and my razor. Pulling back my bracelets, I let the metal dig another red line in my skin and under other scars that weren't healing. Covering them up, I tossed it in my backpack and zipped it, tossing it in the back as I climbs into the driver's seat.

I turned on the radio and tapped my fingers on the wheel along to the beat of Demons. Demons, Radioactive, and Monster will be the dubstep remix tonight, I thought to myself as I started to drive again as the light turned green.

It took about another minute before I stepped out of my car, fixed my black beanie, and pulled out my backpack, tossing it over my shoulder and shutting the door. I walk into the school and open my locker as I reach it.

I set my stuff inside and grab my iPhone and books for English out. I walk into the class as the bell rings and I blow out a sigh; being late on the first day isn't good.

They gave us our schedules, lockers, and locker combinations before school to practice knowing.

I looked at the teacher and groaned with the other students as he said cheerfully, "Pair up and get to know each other!"

Jenni immediately rushed to my side and sat in my desk. I smirked and said, "We know each other already, so we aren't introducing ourselves like idiots." Her eyes slid to my shirt and practically popped from her sockets.

I looked down and noticed four things:

One- I'm not wearing my Slipknot; I'm wearing the Dimness shirt I designed for myself an myself only; it had on the new logo and all.

Two- Everyone is staring at my shirt in awe.

Three- Everyone knows; it makes sense why they were gaping at me this morning.

Four- My secret was out.

My mouth went dry and I felt myself pale immediately. I stood abruptly and ran quickly, knowing people would've attacked me seconds later. Jenni was at my heels and dragged me into a closet as five girls screeched and ran past, yelling fan girl-ish things that any perverted fan girl would say.

Did the teacher just allow seven kids to run from their classroom?

So to speak, everyone is in love with Dimness, and they love the pictures I put; me in black and white filter.

I'm going to be attacked by girls for the rat of my life since everyone will go on their blog and tell the world.

I'm so screwed.

•|•|• Author's Note •|•|•

Why am I bored.

Anyways, this was fun to write. Do you like it so far?

Shoutouts:

From Chatlands-

Kuro ~ Enigma

Zak ~ BloodStains

Jenni ~ SimplyEmo

Skylar ~ AntiSocially-Awkward/Dimness

From Wattpad-

Jenni ~ DreamCatcher123654

Skylar ~ Darkness_Shines_