The sun rose while you were still awake in bed. You had recently joined a new school (West Chippewa High) and were dreading it. You were… different. You had [hair length][favourite colour] hair, [favourite piercing] and wore black. Exclusively black. You struggled to make friends because of this and, while it never really bothered you, it did admittedly creep up on you occasionally, when it was cold and dark. While you lay in the soft and warm covers of your bed, your phone alarm went off; 7 A.M.



You dragged yourself slowly out of bed and put on black skinny jeans, a black “American Idiot” shirt and a black hoodie with a Jack Skellington printed on it then accessorised with a spiked wrist band and a chin necklace with a heart lock and key . You pulled on black socks and Doc Martins then grabbed your backpack. After checking you had your supplies (paper, pens, Monster, a snack), you skittled out of the door towards your new school.

When you arrived, it was busy and alive with students. They all wore coloured clothing and bustled past as to not be late for class. A girl in a black dress with a white collar and the same boots saw and smiled at you. She hurried towards you. You noticed she had purple and black hair tied up into pigtails.



“Hi! I’m Viola! It’s so great to meet someone who doesn’t dress ‘Normal’!” She appeared excitable, but nice. You decided that she could be a good friend.

“I’m [your name]. it’s also nice to meet you].”



Viola took you to reception then the classroom on your timetable. “We only have homeroom and maths together, so I’ll give you my number in case you get lost or need something! Text me at lunch so we can meet up!”



She skipped off, joy seemingly radiating from her body. She even made you feel happy. You entered the classroom and chose a desk. Several others had sat down and started talking amongst themselves. Not many registered your entry, some just glancing at you as you sat down then continuing to chat about yesterday’s events or what they did on a computer game last night.



A bell rung, and class started. The teacher marked things down on a whiteboard and talked about history, while you wrote things down. About half an hour in, the door slammed open, a white haired red eyed boy walked in wearing a black shirt, black ripped skinny jean and combat boots that were old and scuffed. He stomped to the back of the room and threw himself onto a chair. The teacher registered his presence and sternly look at him.

“Detention, Mr. Bielschmidt. You’re late. Again.”



“Ja, ja, vhatever. Same day, different story.” He chucked his belongings onto his desk and stared at the teacher with crimson eyes. You turned your back to him and carried on working. You could feel his eyes burning into your back for the rest of the lesson.



The cafeteria was stuffed with people, so you and Viola decided to eat outside in the warm sun. she babbled excitedly on about the boy she had a crush on and what he did in her lesson while you sipped your Monster and ate your snacks. The white-haired boy walked past with a blonde-haired boy with bushy eyebrows. He quickly glanced at you and gave a smile. The other boy wore similar clothes to the albino.



The day went by with the red-eyed boy stumbling into various classes late or Viola yet again gushing about things she liked such as anime or Anne Rice. You wandered home, your mind exploring ideas about the boy you saw. When you got home you scurried into your room and looked into the mirror, your [eye colour] eyes staring back. You could not get that boy out of your head. You decided to talk about him to Viola tomorrow.



After a large and filling meal and a bit of homework, you took a shower and fell straight to sleep.