Gothic-Rebel

Rebel High - Chapter 1. (Insert chapter title here) Andy Just another day at this hell hole of a school, sitting as usual in my isolated section of the classroom with the people who hated me. I was dark, black makeup and clothing, dyed hair and skinnier then a rail while the "normal" ones were bright, blonde and so happy it was almost scary. Then there was me, never smile in public, quiet Andy. I sketched a picture of Batman on the side of my test, trying to think. Math always got to me, the numbers just seemed to be everywhere and then the letters that symbolize the numbers and all the equations that made my brain feel like an empty box

Once school had finished me and Andy made our way back to my house, we had a lot to talk about and I figured that my place would be ideal for just that. Luckily for the both of us my mum was out for the weekend, something about going to stay at a friends, so we wouldn't have to deal with her shit. I pulled up outside my house, shutting off my cycles' engine and waiting until Andy's car also pulled up beside me. I swung myself off of my bike, going over to Andy's car door and opening it for him, helping him get out. As soon as Andy was out of the vehicle I wasted no time in pinning him against it, sealing my lips over his own and ravishing th

Chapter eleven: blast from the past I had on a black mini skirt, netted leggings, leather jacket and a low cut black and purple corset, I walked over to the signing area where Ronnie was at. My eye shadow was black my lipstick a dark purple I had on fingerless leather gloves, my stilettos clicked against the pavement. Ronnie looked nervous and I knew why my hair was black with purple underneath, I walked right in front of him and handed him a CD. "Sign this please." I said I didn't say anything else but he couldn't stop looking at me "M-misty?" his voice was shaking so were his hands I just shrugged and looked at his bandmates then him. "Ye

I wandered in the 2,597th circle around the room I was put in, twitching again in attempt to get my straight jacket off. Yes, I counted every single circle I made in the room, a ring starting to form in the floor. I used to like the jacket until my arms started to cramp and sweat, I could move them a little but not much. All i really had for comfort were my platform shoes I loved so much. They were red with black laces and roses stitched into the fabric part. They were my Rose shoes, I liked roses seeing as my middle name is rose. Did you know that? I hope so. I've said it more than a few times. I stumbled and fell onto the cushion wall. It