Emo- Marissa's Diary

Dear Diary, its getting so frustrating... They're on it again.


Oh My Freaking Goodness!!! Money Money Money!!! Its all they THINK about!!! It's al they TALK about!!! Its all they FIGHT about!!! From when I came home, they were already screaming at each other. 5 hours STRAIGHT...

I'm gonna IGNORE them. That's what I do EVERYDAY... Its kinda hard but... It's inescapable...

Ok. To blot my mind, I'm gonna summarize what happened in school today:

Actually, nothing did. We had the usual cheerleading practice, despite the monthly tests. It was boring. We just jumped around doing our usual formations. Well, Betty fell off and nearly sprained her ankle. That was slightly entertaining... =)

Oh, the test. It was so DULL. We never studied of course. Me? A cheerleader? Study?? hahaha you gotta be kidding me. So we just copied off the nerds. There's nothing wrong with it anyway. Sharing IS caring, after all... =)

The teacher doesn't care of course. I mean, why should they? We're the JOCKS & CHEERLEADERS! There's almost like a freaking HALO above our heads!!! Hmm mm... I wouldn't describe ALL of us as angelic... Most of the guys are immature and totally CHILDISH! *roll eyes*

Like today, during History, Jake (King Of Basketball?) tripped the Girl. THe weird Emo one. Although it was kinda funny, it was mean and so unnecessary!!! He even High-fived Mark!!! *roll eyes*

That poor girl. Her face... It was so RED... She was obviously totally HUMILIATED... I mean, she kinda asked for it... But she doesn't really deserve it...

She never stands up for herself... Why is that? I mean, if I got bullied, i wouldn't just shut UP. I would SCREAM at them. Ask THEM to SHUT THEMSELVES UP.

Well, it's kinda her own problem now. NOT mine. Pity is normal. As Arissa used to say,:'We cheerleaders are ONE. No pity to freaks.' A strict warning.

I cant ignore THAT.

Oh GOD. I think they're throwing stuff... Wait. I'll go check.

WHAT THE HELL???!!! What is THIS?!

I'm crying. I'm crying. I can't stop crying. You know what I SAW? What my eyes SAW?

Mum lying on the floor.

Her blonde hair tangled. Covering her beautiful face.

Dave with bloody fists. Glaring at my mother.

My small, petite, and so fragile mother.

I immediately flew down to my mother's side. I pushed back her curls.

I freezed.

My mother? What? What? WHAT??!!

WHAT THE HELL???!!!!

The woman who lay by my knees were unconscious.

Her beautiful face was bruised at the cheek and blood was trickling down her forehead.

Yes. BLOOD.

I was too shocked to feel anything.

I turned to look at Dave. He was shaking uncontrollably. Staring at his hands.

His bloody hands.

He turns to look at me. I can sense the fear and guilt in his eyes.

Nothing moves.

Mum groans.

Quick as a flash, Dave ran inside his room and picked up his packed bag. (WHAT?!) Avoiding us, he ran to the front door and left with a loud slam.

I am shocked.

He left.

He left.

He left.

Mum groaned again.

In an instance, my brain awoke. I looked down at my mum. I had to help her. She's my one and only relation. I MUST help her. No matter what.

I quickly ran to the kitchen and fetched a piece of cloth. I ran back to her and pressed the cloth onto her wound. I heard from somewhere that could stop the bleeding.

As i was doing that, mum regained consciousness and her eyes fluttered open.
'Don't call the police Marrie, it's not worth it...'
'But I have to! He hurt you mum, he HURT you.'
'No. Take me to my bed and bring me a bottle of vodka. I need to rest and think this out.'
'No! MUM!!! You CAN'T drink! Not in a state like this!!! You don't HAVE to think this out. It's what we can see!!!'
'Marrie. Please.' It came out as a plead. 'You know I can't do anything now... You know its the only thing I can do...'
Tears came to her eyes.

How could I say no to that?! Her hypnotic hazel eyes were too much.

I took her to bed and laid her down on their... No. HER bed. She smiled faintly at me. She was very pale.

I went to the kitchen and open the cupboard and looked for the ancient vodka mum kept for 'emergencies' such as now. I opened it and tipped half the contents out. That was the least I could do.

When I went back inside her room, she was crying. Heartbreaking sobs that chilled me to the spine.

I gave her the vodka bottle. She said nothing about the half emptied contents and started drinking right away.

I sighed and backed out of the room.

Oh my GOD. I... I'm... I'm to tired to write anymore. I think I'm suffering from shell-shock.
I'm crying. I still am.

WHAT CAN I DO?

Emo

I took a deep breath and walked into the classroom holding only my pencil box. My eyes scanned the classroom, searching for a place to sit. Everyone was already at their places. I sighed inwardly and walked towards my usual seat- the corner. As I was walking to my seat, one of the jocks stretched out his legs casually and tripped me.

The whole class erupted in laughter as I scrambled up. Thank God I was wearing my skinny jeans. I quickly stood up and walked to my seat whilst hiding behind my thick black fringe, hoping no one noticed my pale face blushing.

I sat down as a wave of anger and frustration washed over my body. I hated those jocks. Thinking they're so cool, being the apple of the teacher's eye, making fun of me at every chance. Was I pissed?

Heck Yeah.

But I could do nothing. I'm just the Emo kid. The dark one. The loner. My duty at school? Shut up and be ignored. I sighed again.

The teacher walked into our classroom carrying a stack of papers, late as usual. We were going to have our monthly exam today, and our bags were all left outside in case we cheat or something.

Mr Finch was wearing a purple shirt with the mosthideous yellow tie. It even had prints of kittens on it.Ugly.
'Class, we're going to have a test today.' Like that wasn't obvious enough.' hope you will discipline yourselves during this test.'

Finishing that, he threw the stack of papers down on the desk of the student in front of him and settled down at the teacher's desk holding a hardback book and said:'Start!'

The rustling of paper could be heard as everyone got started on their paper.

I couldn't be bothered to open my paper. My eyes scanned the room for something interesting.

The nerds at the front were giving great enthusiasm in their paper.

The 'Populars' - the jocks and the cheerleaders were patiently waiting for the nerds to hand in their paper so that they can copy it. That's why their grades are so good.

The 'Low' gang at the other corner of the room was too not bothered to open their paper. They were doodling over it, some applying makeup, styling their hair and a couple were even making out.

I rolled my eyes at them and started at my paper. History. Not my favorite subject. So I tried a little and gave up.

Who cares? No one cares about me.

Suddenly, someone sneezed. It was an extremely fake one.

The whole class erupted in giggles and all eyes turned to the class clown.

My heart thudded more quickly.

The teacher rolled his eyes, told us to shut up and get on with the test.

The class clown-- Vincent flashed his pearly whites at everyone and it lingered at me for quite some time.

I hided behind my fringe and my heart thudded faster and harder. Dammit. This always happens when he looks at me.  I blamed this mostly on my hormones. They were going slightly crazy...

But why does he have to be so damned cute??

His tanned skin was flawless. And so was his slightly muscular body. His warm hazel eyes were ringed with long eyelashes. His hair was slightly long and not too styled. He was the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. Every time I look at him, it takes my breath away.

I blushed slightly and turned my focus back to the stupid test. It was unbearable. I could feel his eyes boring through my fringe. I tilted my head more downward and tried to ignore him.

But, I couldn't resist a tiny peek.

He saw me looking up and flashed me a cheeky grin. My heart skipped a beat. Its a wonder I didn't get a heart attack right on the spot.

At this point. Mr Finch shut his book with a sharp snap and stood up. He announced:'Class, the test is finished. Please leave your paper on the desks and go collect your bags.'

With that, everyone stood up and walked outside for their bags. They were in a lively chatter about the test.

I could see Vincent sighed inwardly and stand up. The guy who was sitting next to him immediately started to talk to him. Vincent reluctantly moved his gaze off me.

I didn't bother to stand up. I just felt slightly disappointed. This was not the first time it happened. It was always like this. Just when he looked like he had the urge to talk to me, something always distracts him. I felt slightly pissed and slightly sad...

But, I'm not giving up. I won't give up until what I want to happen happens.