MONSTER # 12

DOES IT MAKE ME BAD? Not pleased with one unfinished story, we had to write another one!


~Dead~
RINNNNNG
Damn.
It was monday and it was 6 o'clock already. That fact meant only one thing to Jonathan. It was time to get up and get ready to receive his free daily dosis of hatred and rejection from everybody.
What a wonderful world.
First stop he wanted to avoid : mommy dearest a.k.a. Martha, his stepmom. She was the reason Jonathan never had time to eat breakfast. Or anything else for that matter. He had learned his lesson the hard way though : hundreds of diarrheas, high fevers and countless nights of cold sweating and nausea, puking his heart out all night long. All courtesy of Martha and her creative and always surprising ways of poisoning him.
So Jonathan took his time to get dressed, as usual. He put on the old blue jeans he wore everyday and then opened his drawer trying to find the perfect Motley Crue shirt to wear on that brand new day of cruel high school. That was his favorite thing to do every morning. He had a pretty outstanding collection of Motley Crue shirts and he wore them every day, every week of every month. He never got tired of looking for t-shirts with new designs and all kinds of fan stuff. He had definetely inherited his father's love for music. Too bad his father didn't appreciate Jonathan's taste. Since he had began listening to Motley Crue, he was getting more and more obsessed with each mind blowing guitar riff he heard from them. Jonathan had to hide all their records from his father though. He had already got rid of four of them! 'Satanic music' he called it. All his father's preachings made Jon feel like a rebel. And that felt good.
Right after he picked a shirt, Jon headed to Martha's room. He loved stealing her make-up. He had his own set of lipsticks and nail polishes but he liked to find all her hidden make-up just to piss her off. She usually freaked out and complained to his dad, but he never listened to her. Jon went to the bathroom to put on her make-up. He knew he was going to get his ass kicked at school for wearing it but he didn't give a shit. The looks on the jocks and cheerleaders faces made it all worth it, making him feel like the center of attention of all those insecure sheep. They were all the same. He liked being different. He made an art out of revenge : sparkling black shadows in his eyes and purple nail polish in his long nails. Once he finished putting on his mask he wet the make-up in the toilet and put it where he found it. That drew a smile in his face.
Shit.
It was seven o'clock already. He was going to be late for school. Again. It was his fifth time that month. That meant he was doomed to go to detention. He was going to lose a very important math test and the principal was going to call his father.
Jonathan run out of his room and then straight to the door, ignoring both his stepmom and his sister.
'I love you too, sweetie!' his stepmom yelled in a sarcastic tone.
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'Well, look who's here. The town fag. And he even dressed up for the ocassion.' Tom, one of Jon's official torturers yelled loud enough for everybody in the detention room to hear.
'Oh my God, he's wearing make-up too' one of Tom's followers exclaimed.
'This ain't a pijama party, you stupid faggot' Tom said when Jonathan passed by his side.
'Fuck you, cocksucker' Jonathan whispered. His eyes piercing Tom's with both, hate and fear.
'What did you call me? You better shut up, you homo, or get ready for what's coming to you!' Tom yelled while pushing Jon hard on his chest making him lost his balance and fall on the floor. Right when Tom was ready to start kicking Jon, a teacher came in.
'What's going on here? Mr. Davis and Mr. Green both of you are invited to go to the principal's office after classes' Mrs. Anderson sentenced 'The rest of you remember this is detention and you're all supposed to be studying instead of wasting your time. I'm sending someone to watch you as soon as I can'
Once she left, Tom kneeled down next to Jonathan and grab him by the collar of his shirt
'You're paying for this. Big time' Tom warned Jon and then showed Jon his middle finger.
Jon headed to a lonely table and sat there. He could feel the tears longing to come out of his eyes. But he wasn't going to aloud them. He was not going to let Tom or any other asshole in that room see him cry. They were not going to win. Jonathan looked down, his messed up hair covering his face.
He didn't move for the whole hour. Doing nothing, thinking of nothing. Trying to erase what happened from his memory, staring at the table. When the bell rang, he run out of the detention room, avoiding Tom and his friends, who apparently had forgot about him, and headed to the bathroom. He locked himself there and started to sob, all the pain and anger he held back for the entire hour coming out of his heart and body. Why don't they all let me be me? What the fuck is wrong with them? Jonathan pulled his hair hard, trying to make some sense out of the whole situation, getting more and more confused. He didn't understand why everybody was against him. Why nobody loved him.
'Oh fuck' His next class had already started. Jonathan quickly washed his tears off his face and tried to get a hold of himself. He took a deep breath and left the bathroom.
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Jonathan snickered into the classroom once he saw Mr. Carter writing something in the blackboard, his back facing the students.
He sat in the last row and took out his notebook and pencil. The teacher didn't notice. He didn't look for any friends. He had none. Some people were staring at him and murmuring about his appearence. He tried to ignore them looking directly at the blackboard and then right to his notebook, the rest of the class gone. In his mind, only the teacher and him where in the class room. Nobody else existed.
Suddenly, Jonathan's eyes met a pair of piercing blue eyes. They were staring at him, intensely and waiting for something. Jon blushed when he realized he was staring right back at them, just as intensely.
'Did you hear what I just said?' the blue eyes asked. Jonathan studied the other boy's face.
It was a face he had never seen before. 'Sorry, what?'
'I'm new here and I was wondering if I could borrow some of your notes. I'm kinda lost in this class' the boy explained.
'Oh...Sure. They are not very clear though. I don't understand the class myself' Jon confessed.
'I think I know the reason why both of us don't get History. The teacher sucks ass. He's too boring. He should be in an asylum crapping his diapers, masterbating to the discovery channel' the guy joked and then chuckled at his own words while funny mental images came to mind.
Jonathan laughed at that comment. He was finally forgetting about the whole previous incident. He had a good feeling about the other guy. He seemed like a nice person, like someone he could talk to, a friend even.
'Shit! I have to go to my next class now. I'll see ya later in the cafeteria' the new student said, quickly grabbing his backpack and standing up.
'See ya' Jon said with no enthusiasm. He didn't want him to leave. Right when he was finally getting along with someone.
'By the way, my name's Fred' the guy introduced himself and extended his hand to Jon.
'Jonathan' They both shook hands and Fred left the classroom.
And Jon found himself all alone again.
~To be continued.

SECOND NOTE : We tried to have some sort of a plot, some feelings, some good descriptions. We really did dammit! Anyway, Yes, Dr. Frankestein and I believe that 'that fifth member of KoRn we were talking about, you know, the last one, don't make me say it!' and Fred Durst make a damn cute couple! They do dammit! There's proof, you know, ever seen the Faith video?