Kiss of death : Chapter 1

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

hi my name's Thorn im 18 and im just your tipical goth kid in high school. Well at least i would be if my parents didnt sale our house in the city and move to this red neck pig fucker town in the middle of no wear. yep if you cant tell its my first night here and i already know i am gonna hate this town like i hate justin beaber.

so here i lay in my casket that my friend Lucifer (real name sally)got me last year for my 18 birthday, when i asked her where she got it she refused to tell me.black candles burning in my candlelabra on my night stand incense smoldering from my empty desk, i havent even begun to unpack and truth be told i dont want to, i want to go home you know to my real home where friends are where i actally had a "life" but saddly im stuck here rotting away in hell. i can here my sister sleeping in her room dreaming her sweet dreams that reality hasnt killed yet. i can here my dad and mom in the viewing room (living room). talking about what shades they would like to paint the house and how the schools around here are so good for me and my sister o and how their gonna hide that and i qote eye sour aka my 1965 hearse from the neighbors.


great just 1 thing i didnt want to here about, school. i start my first day tomorrow wont that be fun, not. just what i need to be put into a school not only where im the only new kid but the only boy in the school that dresses in all black and wears lip stick and woudld rather read Poppy z Brite then play foot ball. im most likely the only one who is gay to great no sex for me for a while well me and mr. lefty get to share more time with one another that means.

another thing i hate is when my mom go's off on me about not dressing like other boys and doing the stupid crap jocks do, i mean just because im goth, Wiccan,vegeterian, and a anarchist o and gay does not mean she should treat me any differently.you know where does she earn the right to dicktate my form of self expression what a bitch.

well the incense has burned out and my clock has struck 10 time for me to go to sleep.

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