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hello everyone! this is my first GC story. i love them more than life itself but i was working on an lp story that took up all my writing time! sorry
:-( lol anywho... if this sucks out the ass i'm sorry but i tried. i'd really appreciate reviews if u can so i know whether i should stop writing and move to bumblefuck where no one will know me. :-) thank u kind people.
disclaimer-if i owned them i wouldn't be writing about them, but i WOULD be making home movies of billy and his sexy lil self. he's my pretty billy. three words: whips and chains... *smiles evilly*
if u think i own them or even met them (which sadly ::sniff:: i haven't) then ur wrong and should be locked up in the looney bin... never to be seen again. well... on with the story. o yea shout out to conzie! haha rock on chica!*!*!
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Billy's POV
*thud*
I groan as I fall out of bed. Please don't be Monday already I think and i pull my heavy blanket off my bed and over myself.
"William! Get up it's your first day of school, you don't want to be late!" A shrill scream came from downstairs. The unpleasant sound of 'the mom' first thing in the morning. Ha, what a way to wake up.
Billy Martin, that's me. I'm almost 15 and it's my first day as a freshman at Willow Valley High School. To make matters worse as the 'new kid' it's halfway through the first quarter so all the other kids already have their friends made. So it's not like everyone's nervous like the first day of school, it's just me. We just moved here from Florida. Dad's a businessman who's never home anyway and he was promoted so we all had to move. It's not the first time this happened so it's not like i'm leaving behind friends or anything. I'm not anywhere long enough for people to get to know me and ith the way I dress people aren't swarming to meet me anyway.
I get into the scalding hot shower and wash my body and hair. I scrub around my eyes to get off the eyeliner leftover from yesterday. I don't want to go to a new school on the first day with raccoon eyes. Not that I care what people think of the way I look.
After I'm finished I walk buck naked into my bedroom, since the bathroom is attached to my room, and begin to dress. First my black silk boxers and them a pair of black dickies. After that I apply my makeup, as not to get it on my shirt. First eyeliner, pink eyeshadow, and then pick lipgloss. Although my family does, as they put it, 'frown upon' how I dress and look, I don't care and it's me so i continue.
I root around in a few boxes that i have yet to unpack until I find a black fishnet shirt and a band shirt that I don't even bother to read to see who it is, and put them on. I finished my morning routine by combing and gelling my hair. (a/n: let's assume just for the fuck of it that billy looks the same as he does now... but younger. same hair and everything)
I walk down the stairs to get breakfast were I find my mom, dad, older brother, and younger sister eating already. (a/n: yes i'm aware I made up characters but ya well.. it's fiction)
"Thanks for waiting for me" I comment, knowing full well that they do this every morning, but for some reason this morning it got to me. Maybe I was just nervous. I got a shrug from everyone but mom in return.
"William I still just don't understand why you would want to dress that way." She begins. I roll my eyes and look up from my plate. "You're such a beautiful boy, I just don't get-" I cut her off.
"Mom, I like dressing this way. I don't care what other people think about it." I reply. I've gotten this 'you're handsome the way you are' speech countless times. She doesn't seem to catch on that I don't give a fuck.
She sighs and continues eating breakfast.
"Yea, you look like a fag." My little sister states. My eyes widen. She's fucking six years old! where did she hear that?
I drop my fork onto my plate and lean back in my chair. My mom and brother both looked at her.
"What? Dad said it first!" She said. All eyes on my dad now. I got up and grabbed my backpack before leaving the house without so much a a glance behind me.
As I walk to the bus stop I try to calm down. What a great day this is going to be. My dad badmouths me, and the rest of my family hates me. I wonder if this school will be any different. I wonder if kids will still shoot me looks and harrass me in the halls. I shove my hands deeper into the pockets of my pants, while cursing myself for forgetting my hoodie.
I reach the bus stop to find a few preps looking at me funny. I stop a few feet away from them and look up. One in particular doesn't look too bad, he smiles at me so I allow myself a tiny barely there smile before he laughs.
"Nice makeup freak." He says and laughs again. The others who appear to be his friends laugh with him. I lower my head and my hair falls in front of my face, hiding it. It's times like these when I just want to disappear.
"Yea go ahead and cry, just like a little girl" They continue to taunt me. "You look like one with all that makeup, you may as well act like one too. I bet you're even into guys huh?" He asks. That was the final straw. I bow my head lower and shove my hands even deeper into my pockets. I won't cry. I refuse to let them see what they're doing to me.
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::Claps:: all done. did it suck as bad as i think it did? sorry if it did but i'm just trying to have a little opener. who will come to billy's rescue? review to find out! please..... i need reviews to know if i suck already. :-) be a pal!
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