Chapter 1
I stared out of my window and sighed. This was gonna suck. Was it all worth it? That's a good question. I didn't know, and I wouldn't know until I had the plan right.
I wasn't going to put in my two weeks notice. I wasn't going to tell my parents how much I loved them. I wouldn't say goodbye to my friends at school, and that calculus homework can just sit in my backpack.
I wasn't going to bring anything with me from home, except for the small stuff that no one would notice. Some clothes, an old backpack, my whole life savings in cash.
While I was daydreaming in class about all this, it never occurred to me that I would end up meeting the people I've met, and doing the things I've done. I'm just faking my death, it's not that crazy.
You might be wondering, 'Why would anyone wanna fake their death?'. Well, I've given it some thought, and I just wanna make everyone in this town think about more than their football games and gossip. I want my parents to perhaps realize they should have put more effort into interacting with me. Selfish as fuck, right?
I wanna reinvent myself and be gone. I'm sure I'm not alone. I just want to get out of this town that seems to suck people right back in. Get out of the cycle.
My mom and dad - I would honestly be surprised if they noticed I was gone. Between work and my brother and sister they have their hands full.
Ever since my younger brother was born I've been on the back burner. Babysitter when needed, invisible when not. It got way worse when my sister was born too. I was like twelve, going through puberty, my mom and dad quickly realized that I was no longer babysitter material. I was too busy jerking off and honestly I can't remember what else I was doing, but it was probably gross.
It's not like I'm super popular at school either. I mean sure, people know my name but I don't have a clique or whatever, and I would prefer to keep it that way. It's easier that way.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by my little brother.
"Mom says that you have to take Sissy and me to school today," he had that tone. You know the one, when your sibling knows that you're going to be annoyed. That snug little...
"Are you guys ready?" I asked, masking that annoyed little part of me.
He nodded.
I looked like a mother duck leading them around. Why did my mom wait so long to have other kids? Was she planning the whole babysitter thing?
We got into my car, a two door black Nissan. Lady killer.
The ride to the elementary school was filled with silence, the chances are they knew I didn't wanna talk to them and that's why.
They got out and I sped off. The agonizing thought of a chemistry exam popping into my head - so agonizing because I forgot about it.
The halls buzzed with chatter, slamming lockers and teacher's trying to wade in the cesspool of sweat and hormones. It wasn't my favorite place to be, but I wasn't getting forced into a trash can so I had no room to complain. I discovered that being over six feet tall made that problem go away as soon as freshman year hit. The other problem I encountered was girls.
You may be wondering, 'What the fuck is wrong with this dude? Girls are a problem?'. It's not even that girls are the problem, it's that I have a type. Said type just isn't really popular in this town, school, probably even the whole fucking state.
I don't want someone shallow. No crocs allowed, or cowgirl boots. Look to put it simply - goth girls. Look, the Hex Girls really did it for me, okay? Leave me be. It's not like I don't enjoy alternative culture. Just from the outside, I look normal, I hope. Having very religious parents doesn't help the cause.
Chemistry class at eight in the morning alone was enough to make me wanna plan my death. I don't know how I made it to my senior year.
Mr. Porter wasn't in the room, abnormal for him - he usually was happy to apply the principles of chemistry this early.
Minutes later we saw why he wasn't in the room. Her.
"Alrighty, good morning everyone," he said, before entering the room.
The girl obviously made everyone in the room a little uncomfortable. I heard a gasp from someone behind me. I was mesmerized.
I didn't hear anything else anyone said, including introductions.
She had a dog collar around her neck and other chains too. Spider web patterned fishnet hugged her legs and they crawled underneath her skirt that ended just above her knee. Fishnet covered her arms too, but a baggy Korn shirt covered most of it.
I would've been drooling but I was trying to show her a little bit of respect.
I'm sure you can guess what was happening while I was using my eyeballs and I'm not even gonna talk about it.
"Mr. Lovre, I'm sure you can keep your eyes to yourself long enough to take this exam, am I right?" Mr. Porter chuckled to himself, I gave him a pressed smile.
"Yes, Mr. Porter." My cheeks felt red.
The girl, when I glanced at her she looked amused. As she came down the aisle, to pick out her seat, she passed by me and abruptly stopped.
Then, I heard her voice.
"Do you mind if I sit here, Mr. Lovre?" She was looking at the seat next to me at the lab table.
I gulped, managed to keep my cool, and mumbled out, "Sure, whatever."
She sat, and a wave of perfume hit me. It smelled like smoke, not like cigarettes, like burning leaves or something. I could gladly smell that for the rest of the semester.
It was then that the thought occurred to me. Nothing needed to get in the way of my plans to faux off myself. I was basically already gone and a blue-haired goth girl wouldn't change that. Hopefully.
