Life Sucks

[Henry Spauldor]

Today was a horrid day just like every other day. Dark Clouds were looming over the horizon mirroring the blackness that I felt deep in my soul. A deep sigh would escape my black painted lips as I held a single pale hand up covering my eyes as I gazed upon the swallowing darkness of the upcoming storm. Shaking my head in disappointment I would return my gaze back to the pavement as I shoved my hands back in to the pockets of my tight black jeans. A chain went from the fight pocket to my wallet that was tucked in to my back pocket. My long sleeved Fishnet shirt is visible past my sure as well as on the arms because over it I am only wearing a tight black T shirt for Dashboard Confessional.

I would look up again with a sigh hearing a deep thundering off in the distance only to feel water drops start to fall on me moments later. It was for this reason I wore waterproof eyeshadow so it didn't run to bad when things like this happened, and they seemed to always happen to me.

"Life fucking sucks...." I would say in a gloomy monotone voice to no one in particular.

By the time I finally made it inside the school I was soaking wet and my shoes made that annoying squeaking sound with every step, my hair was totally ruined too. I looked like a drowned rat, and water resistant or not I would have to reapply my makeup.

Sometimes I wonder if the world makes my life suck so much as a sign that I should just end it all.

I would open up my locker grabbing the red towel I stored in there for gym drying off my hair before reaching for my makeup and using the mirror I keep in the door of my locker to reapply my make up. With a day that was obviously going to suck I want to make sure that I could at least express my inner anguish to the world, not that anyone cared about my pain.

[Jenna Scorn]

A thin form was making its way down the hallway, thin legs carrying the girl across the tiled floor. Knee high boots thudding against the floor, a pair of Grey jeans tucked into the boots, a little ripped and torn. Blond hair fell in strands behind her, and a hand would raise to brush a chunk of crimson from her face from those blue eyes. She'd catch a glimpse of a few students who dared to look at her, maybe they had remembered her? When she had pink hair? When she was a bit more friendly?

Maybe.

A soft smirk fell upon her lips. Right hand gently thudding against her hip to the rhythm of the music, silently rocking out to her Ipod still. She came to her locker, her left hand slamming a fist into the locker, ironically in tune with her locker, her hips swaying from side to side as she'd mouth the words of the song.

"Yuri the only one for me, tried so hard to make you seeeeeee."

A smirk, letting her fingers twirl against the dial of her locker. Finally swinging it open, to let it thud against the others. A single picture lay taped to the inside of her locker, of a man and herself. the man would appear to be her father, and the younger girl wearing a Japanese school uniform, sadly the face was scribbled out. Jenna wouldn't dare look at the picture, her hands reaching down and peeling off the red knitted sweatshirt, standing in the hall, a green shirt hugging her torso.

"Yuri the only one for me, priceless like a ps3."

Singing along with the song, she hung the sweater into her locker. Readying to slam it, when a boy would appear at a few lockers away. and she paused, looking at him in the corner of her eye.


That mother fucker is wearing more eyeliner than I am...









....blasphemy.....

[Henry Spauldor]

When I finished reapplying my makeup I would slam my locker shut hard before locking it back up in an annoyed fashion. It seemed that all of a sudden a pounding headache formed throbbing in my temples at the same moment that I heard some girl sing about PS3's or something stupid like that. Letting out a sigh I would pinch the bridge of my nose trying to make the searing pain in my temples fade. My already foul mood was going to take a turn for the worse at this case. I felt my hand twitching as it wanted to reach in to my pocket to grab the razor blade I kept wrapped up in there, just in case the pain of living became so unbearable that I had to end it. Honestly it was looking like today it might just reach that level of suckiness.

I swear if I ever start singing in the halls like that I will gut myself and hang myself by my own intestines.

"What are you looking at?"

I would ask in a gruff voice my tone demanding an answer after noticing her eye me from the corner of her eye. Most likely she was just some bitch that didn't understand my method of expression, and if that is the case I know I will be doomed to be stuck in this downward spiral all day without the slightest glimmer of hope of having a good day.