Mr. "Bad Boy"

Chapter 1

I envied them. The perfect ones with their perfect hair and upbeat attitude. The ones who everyone loved and adored. The ones people would easily say yes to for just about anything.

I was the person everyone says no to. The one with the ponytail with bumps that won't quit. The one with a resting bitch face that I couldn't control. I was the one no one bothered approaching or talking to. I was the one that was hated.

It's not like I did anything particularly wrong. I just looked guilty in any situation. At this point in life, I should have gotten used to the fact that people are easy to judge and I should accept my assumed characteristics, but I haven't.

I try to approach people, sometimes. Only when they're having a good day. I don't want to be snapped at by some girl I could easily punch in the face. Sometimes they smile and quickly respond before heading on their way. Others just blatantly ignore me and keep walking.

I guess my style in fashion didn't help the matter. I seemed to always wear ripped black skinny jeans and a large T-shirt. My nose was pierced and I did have a tattoo that older generations aren't used to. But people need to stop stereotyping me. Yes, I look mean but in all reality, I'm the nicest person to just about anyone. I don't have the time to be mean.

I'm seventeen and a junior in high school. Let me just answer a few questions people tend to ask,

'Yes I have a tattoo'

'No, my parents didn't sign the paper'

'No, I didn't get them illegally'

'No both my parents aren't dead'

But just because they're not dead doesn't mean I talk to them. I'm legally emancipated. If you don't know what that means it's just the fact that I don't belong to my 'parents' anymore. I belong to myself.

I live in a small apartment my aunt willingly pays for. It's in a bad neighborhood and 3 people have been murdered in my kitchen before I moved in. It was a cheap purchase though.

I make sure to lock my doors tight every time I walk in and out. I don't even attempt to open the windows at night and cover them with black curtains. I love the privacy and I'm not about to let a home invader ruin that for me with their weapons.

I don't go to public school because I do it online. Don't get me wrong, I do my fair sharing of communication. Well, an attempt at communication. I go out every week to socialize. You know how that goes.

It was Monday, July 3rd, and the year 2019. It was starting to get warmer and warmer each day. I always found myself running around the apartment without pants on. It doesn't help that I'm the type of person who is always hot in summer unless it's 30 degrees or lower.

I ran out of milk and eggs, great. Now I had to walk through town to the store. I would take the bus but it doesn't run at this hour. I'm screwed.

I tossed on some ripped skinny jeans and an oversized grey hoodie. With that, I shoved a beanie on my head and tossed my converse on. I grabbed my wallet and started to walk out the door, definitely making sure to lock it. I walked down the stairs that creaked down.

As I met the bitter cold I froze. It gets really cold at night here, like twenty degrees in summer. It was flipping hell and I wasn't anywhere near the place. I shook it off and started towards the little grocery shop a few blocks down.

It was dark and I felt a shiver rise my spine. Not from the cold, this was different. I couldn't feel at ease no matter what. The street was full of trash from a toppled over garbage can. It was like I was walking in a horror movie.