The Blackest Tears ch 1

Chapter one.1

Nothing was easy. It never is. It never will be. Especially not this. Not leaving my friends behinde for these....these well I'm not sure what they are, but it won't be easy. It can't. I wouldn't allow it. 2

The bus rounded the corner and appeared on the edge of the street. This would be the worst time I've ever had. Worse than when my little sister tried to put baby doll clothes on the dog, and believe me that was bad. The bus pulled up and I stepped on it. The bus driver looked me over, gave me a nod, and waited for me to find a seat. Thank god there was one open seat left. Maybe I'd be lucky today, just maybe. 3

"Who the hell are you?" asked a girl that appeared to be about 14 or 15 years old.4

"I'm... I'm Terry." I mumbled.5

"Isn't that a girls name? Anyway how old are you Terry?" she sneered.6

"18" I replied quickly.7

"Really? I'm 15. Oh ya my names Sarah. Sarah Monroe Jr.I ." Sarah grinned.8

I gave her a nervous smile and ducked down in my seat.9

"We got one mor ehouse to go to. So you're gonna be havin' someone sit wit ya." Sarah laughed.10

I sat up nervously and watched as a boy who appeared to be at most a year younger than me got on. God he was cute. He had dark red eyes ,from contacts, black hair and the kind of face you would look twice at just to make sure it were real and not just an illusion. 11

God he was better than me. I had black hair that covered one eye, my left one, and green eyes. I hated it. Of course I looked horrible next to him. I had an ordinary face just like everyone else.12

He looked at me and looked disgusted but sat down anyway. He was wearing black chain jeans. I think they were Tripp brand. He also had on a long trench coat with an AFI shirt underneath. I noticed he had on black boots to. He was in all black. And well...I just looked like a fag next to him.13

I had on my favorite gray tight jeans and my Scotty Vanity shirt. Accompined by my black Jefree Star jacket and a pair of Vans. I was the typical emo kid and well he was.. gothic.. something I'd never seen. Ok I know you're wondering how I can not see a gothic kid, simpliest way to put it, I don't get out much. 14

"I'm Terry." I mumbled stupidly.15

He stared at me and replied quietly "I'm Sebastion."16

I smiled sheepishly. God I loved that name. It was a different name and that's why I liked it. But appearantly he didn't want anymore conversation so he put on his head phones and drifted off to sleep.17