reject lovers ch.1: black eyeliner

My alarm clock woke me up around 6:00 a.m by playing sound of madness by shinedown. I grunted and rolled onto my stomach to slap off the song and roll out of bed. The sun wasnt even out and i was fourced to turn on my light to see, wich i didnt like to do because the light was too bright in the morning. I hopped to the floor and looked at my wide array of wrestling posters and band posters and one cris angel mindfreak poster.1

I nodded as i took in the feeling of my room that used to be all pink and fluffy, up until my older sister moved out and i got her room in the basement. The walls i had to repaint myself were now dark purple and not pink, the floor was a black carpet and i had a boom box and a t.v all to myself. The joys of being the youngest, huh? Eeeerrrr, wrong.2

My parents were not what you would call 'wonderful' if you get what i mean. Acutally, our family was rich from inheratance and stocks, but my parents always mulled over my older sister, Marsee, because not only was she more poplular in school but she was taller, had prettier hair, and was more sucessful having gotten a scholarship to harvard law.3

And then there was me, the loser out cast reject of the family whom everytime my parents freinds saw me the convo went like so, 'oh i didnt know you had anouther daughter!' 'yes, well, she is....well' 'what, mom? tell 'em. im the reject.' After that i was usually sent to my room, but the party went on as i usually would upstairs and afterwords i would get a sobbing mother and a father who would lock my door and cut the power lines to my room.4

The happiness gone from this fact, i tossed on a Shinedown t-shirt and black cargo pants. Looking in my mirror, i saw that my hair looked somewhat different from the birds nest it ususally was, so i brused the black locks of hair a bit and fixed my combed-over bangs so that i looked okay for what i usually looked like. I also applied my usual makeup, consisting of blood red lipstick, purple eyeshadow, and black eyeliner. 5

I streached and walked up the stairs for breakfast were my father sat. When he saw me he glared and said,
"Couldnt you look half decent today, its the first day of highschool as a freshmen and you-" after that i stopped listening and i wolfed down some cerial and picked up my back-pack, ready to leave when,
"Aimee Halbert, are you listening to me?"MY father asked.6

I opened up the door and called back,
"Do i ever?" before leaving with my new pair of knee high punk-boots.7

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The school day was like any school day at middle school, just with taller, skinnier(or more muscular in the boys case), more annoying kids smoking and popping gum as they spat at my feet or pushed me down. I took it all in stride, waiting for the day to end. When lunch finally came, i sat with a group of my closest friends(whom had the same style of dressing as i did) and we talked about our favorite things.9

"So, did you see that cool trick that cris angel did yesterday?"Slim asked, and no his name was not really slim we just gave eachother nicknames.
"Black eyeliner, whats up?"Wool asked, fixing her ugly sweater and applying more black lipstick. 10

Black eyeliner was my nickname.
"Nothing, just cant wait to watch wrestling."I said, poking at my tray.
"Me too, Jeff hardy's on right? He's so cu-......o..m...g." Wool said in midscentence. We all looked at her and asked,
"What?"11

She pointed to the cafeteria entrance and her eyes grew wide as saucers. I spun around and couldnt beleive what i saw. It was the new kid in all of my classes, but i guess he skipped most of them because i had only heard his name called and no one sitting in his seat.
"Michel Wickens, the new kid!" Rose said through her massive amounts of red hair.12

Why were we freaking out? Michel wickens was like a rejects form of an angel. I couldnt beleive his smooth skin, pale like a pearl, and his brown hair tied back into a pony tail with strands of it dyed purple. He had on a jacket with the sleevs torn off, showing how muscular he was yet how thin, almost as thin as me and i was teased that if i stood sideways noone could see me.13

"H-O-T hot, damn." Ghetto said, snapping her fingers in a z formation. If you couldnt already tell, there is only one boy in my group of friends and Rose was his girlfriend. Also, wool had a boyfriend but he was in japan as an exchange student, and Ghetto was dating the schools basketball star. Who did that leave? Me.14

I was fine with being single thou, nothing bothered me about it, wich was why when the reject angel sat down next to me and asked our group if he could sit there in the most drop-dead- gorgious voice ever, i was the only one who said,
"Sure, why not." The others blushed and Slim shrugged, but you could see the jelousy in his face from seeing rose blush like that for Michel.15

"So, what table is this?"He asked, looking at the difference from our table and the others. There was the popluar table were all the barbies sat with their sparkls and thinness(annerexic or balimec) and the jocs with their muschules(Ghetto's bf sat there, but didnt really talk). Then there was the nerd table, with people hunched over comic books and homework, the special table for the mentally challenged, the skater table with the skinny jeaned skaters, the fat table with the over weight kids, the pranksters with their woopie cushions, and then us.16

We were smack dab in the middle of all of it, with no one even daring to look at us.
"We, my new friend, are the reject table."I said, eating the rest of my taco. Michel nodded, and it seemed he was warming up to us a bit.
"Well, im Michel, and you guys are..."17

"Rose..hehe!"
"Um...W-Wool."
"Slim."
"Ghetto, how are ya?"
"And i," I said, "am Black eyeliner."18

Michel gave me a confused look and i said,
"Nicknames." Looking at michel, i did feel like he was hansome, but i also noticed he wore black eyeliner that made him look almost like a persone in one of my fav. bands. He smiled and said,
"So, do i have a nickname?"19

Rose mouthed 'angel' and Ghetto bit her bottom lip in shyness.
I sighed and decided to save him from a stupid name.
"Well, what is a skill you have?"I asked.
"I can play guitar and wrestle."He said. He was starting to sound like everyting i love all in one, but i was stupid and didnt feel attracted to him.20

"Hmm, then i guess we can call you poison, after the band."I said. Michel put his elbow on the table and rested his head on his hand, facing me.
"Cool, i love poison."He said, and i couldnt tell as we walked out of the cafeteria weather he meant the band, the name, or the actual substance.