Jacklieville Punks (Chapter/Part One)

Chapter One, part one:1

Introduction to the Same Old Stuff2

His dark brown hair fell over his vivid green eyes as he watched the city below in the dimming light. 'Same as always,' he said, speaking his thoughts aloud. It was true. The same cars, the same people yelling at the same people, the same people getting tickets, everything was just the same. He was sick of it. 3

He let out a long sigh and brushed the hair out of his face. He was built like a skinny white guy, which was exactly what he was. He was tall and lanky, with over sized feet and hands, meaning "big gloves and big shoes," which meant, if you were a teenaged guy, something that didn't sound so innocent. He had his ear pierced twice on each ear. His friends thought that meant he was a fag, but he was just unique like that. 4

If you were into labels, he would be described as a "poth," or "poser goth," which meant he was a punk, but much darker. He wore blue jeans everyday, usually accentuated with a studded black belt, wristbands on each wrist, and his signature spiked collar. His shirts were usually that of bands he liked, such as Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, Disturbed, and a lot of other rock bands.5

But he was lost, distant. Maybe that came from being a dark poet, or maybe it just came from all the shit that had gone on. Either way, he acted normal enough on the surface.6

"Seth! Seth! C'mon! We're gonna go throw rocks at Mr. Krenetzky's windows!" came the voice of a girl. Seth rose and followed the direction of the voice, yelling "Coming!"7

When he caught up to the girl, two other guys were with her, Matt and David. "Hey guys, hey Amber." he said, his voice distant. Matt punched him in the arm. "C'mon, what's wrong? You've been actin' weird all day! Don't make me stab you with my hair!" 8

Matt's hair generally had that reaction from people. It was blonde, and had spikes that were about seven inches high. He wore thick rimmed glasses, similar to the "KoRn" style. He wore mostly camouflage cargo pants and black t-shirts. Another 'poth.'9

Seth cracked a smile. "Oh, no!" he said in a voice that made it obvious that he was faking scared, "Don't spear me with your sharp hair!"10

David laughed and punched Matt in the shoulder. Amber seemed impatient.11

"C'mon guys! Let's go!" she said, agitated. Seth poked her forehead. "What're you gonna do, Flames? Set me on fire with your hair?"12

The other two laughed at his comment. Amber had been given the name 'Flames' when her black hair color faded and gave way to a bright orange color- her natural. She had been called Flames before she dyed it, but with black hair it was no fun, so they broke the habit.  13

They had all known each other since Kindergarten, which wasn't uncommon in this town. It had a population of about 200 people, who had lived here for most, if not all, of their lives. 14

This is what Seth meant when he said that everything was the same. It was. He had lived there since he was three, and everything was just the same and boring. He wanted fun, adventure, something new, but he wouldn't get his own car for another two years, and since his mom had no car, he couldn't go anywhere outside of Jacklieville.15

Amber pouted and glared at the boys a minute, before they all finally gave in. They started their descent down the huge hill towards the town grouch, Mr. Krenetzky's, house.16