• August 17th 2007

    I used to hang out in the dusty old attic of my grandparents house, used to take my friends up there to look around, just to see what we could find. That was when I was little. Those days are now over. My extended family now hates me and I have thought for the longest of time that I was all alone in this world, bringing myself nothing but sadness and pain. I am nothing but this goth/emo kid that is hated by just about all, not only because I’m different in the way I think and look but also because of my religious beliefs… It’s not easy being an Atheist and most people can’t accept that. There are only two people in the world that can accept me that I know of; they are my only friends, Raven Drake and Seth Riddle. I have know them both for as long as I can remember, they have always been there for me and they are always there whether they were following me or just hanging around.
    Many have told me that I hate everything, everyone, including myself; I’m beginning to think that it is true.
    I attend a public school called Price Middle, in the 8th grade. I have learned at this school that is suppose to give an “equal learning environment” that most of the time was a hell-hole where people that were “different” were tortured each day. Doesn’t matter your race in this school, which is the only good thing about it, but this school does criticize anyone that isn’t in the “gangster”, “prep”, “nerd/geek”, or “skater” groups. I could be off and there are a few more groups that are accepted, but, I do know for a fact that the “emo” and the “goth” groups are never going to be accepted there. Four “people”, if you want to call them that, are going to make sure of that. Their names are Madison Smith, Josh Fisher, Ashley White, and Robert Jackson. Madison happens to be the leader of their “pack” and I would say she is the most annoying. Her and her clique talk about my friends and me, they point and glare, they mock and have tried to kill us before, but…“No hard feelings, right?” Well, I guess I’ll continue to sit in my room working on my writing. Until next time…




    Kasen NoTashi





    “Hey, Freak!” Madison yelled through the hall.
    “God, what do you want?” I said as she closed in on me. She started to eye me, looking up and down, frowning. Guessing she did enjoy the “Chained pants, trench coat, tight band-tee, black hooker boots, leather choker, studded belt, and think-rimmed glasses” look, I tried to at least somewhat prepare myself.
    “How can you wear this s**t?” She ask eyeing my pants. I gave her a look like she was crazy. I then looked at what she was wearing, a tight pink ruffled shirt and a long white peasant skirt. Her blond hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. I thought for a minute, then I laughed to myself. “Betch! Are you even listening to me?” Madison was way too much in my bubble, I could smell the cinnamon gum she was chewing as she talked in her annoying high-pitched demanding voice.
    “Very funny,” I smirked “I was just about to ask you the same thing.” I slammed my locker shut and walked off leaving Madison stunned. I looked back to see her running to the girls room. A mocking smile appeared on my face.
    I found Seth and Raven in the courtyard. Raven had on the usual, the black chained pants with a semi-baggy black shirt, Seth, on the other hand, had on a blank, tight, black shirt and a long, straight, simple, black skirt. I walked over to them gasping.
    “What did they do to you!?” I asked in a taunting voice.
    “I hate it, I really ******** hate this! I mean, really, look at what they did to my hair!” Seth groaned as she pulled on a strand of hair. Her once long, jet black, hair was now short, croppy and blond with fine lines of natural black among the rest.
    “She won’t shut up about it. Seth if you don’t stop, I’ll shave it all off,” Raven said and Seth turned away and whimpered. Raven looked pleased with herself. She looked just about the same as last year… except she seemed paler, glowing in the sun. “Oh and Seth will you explain why you are wearing THAT skirt,” Raven asked to bug her. Seth groaned then mumble something, Raven smiled, “Come on speak louder,” Raven just about shouted.
    Seth mumbled, Raven grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her close. “You will say why, or you won’t be here much longer.” Seth’s face showed nothing but hatred and fear. She had always had a fear that Raven would be the death of her one of these days.
    With a long sigh, she turned to us with sadness filling her eyes. “Parents forced me to, so that maybe I would be more like Madison.” Seth said in a simple plan voice as she lowered her head in shame. Everyone seemed to turn and stare. It felt as though hundred of eyes focus on just us three people. Raven and I could do nothing but gasp.
    Madison… Seth’s parents had always liked her because she was more as you might say, “preppy”. Her parents did not like the whole “Chained pants, etc. etc.” look either.
    Seth sighed and people around us seemed to go back to whatever they were doing. “It’s not fair, your parents don’t care that you are how you want to be,” Seth groaned.
    This was true, Raven’s parents never really cared, and my parents were as close as parents could get to “gothic”. Only Seth’s parents were the ulta “OMG Huney, you MUST look at this. How can she wear that?!”
    “That isn’t right.” I said slowly as my dark purple side bangs fell into my hair “it isn’t right at all. They should have no control in how we live our lives.” We all sighed. This had happened before, Seth’s parents had almost made her go complete prep, but Raven and I had converted her back. That had been just two years ago I thought.
    We were all just standing there when the bell rang to go to first period.
    “Well, my dear faggots. I bid you farewell.” I said mocking Raven. She glared at me before tackle hugging me. We all then went our separate ways, seeing how all of us had different classes, except for 4th period math with Mrs. Scott, and I had Raven in my band class.
    I played flute and completely despised the damn interment. Raven even laughed when I pledged that one day this wretched interment would die by hand, and by my hand alone. But I was forced to play it by my grandma, Raven played flute but she played just because she liked it, which is one of the many things about Raven that I will never understand, if anyone will.