The Thoughts Of A Goth Boy by bloodandgorelover (top 50 books to read txt) 📖

I look outside the window as my mom tells me that this move will take away thoughts of my resent relationship. In reality, I don't care, I made it clear to Vladimir that I didn't want to be in a relationship like that. He agreed and then I moved, and now my mom thinks we broke up because of the move.

We pass a huge School surrounded by people around my age and some teachers. "Please tell me that's not our new school" Cecilia, my little sister, said with obvious hate in her voice. "It is" My dad said bluntly while turning the volume down on the radio. "I expected Edgar to say that" My mother laughed. I ignore the statement and notice that there is a cemetery a couple of blocks from the school. "come on Edgar, Don't be a sour puss" Cecilia said, teasing me. I growled at her before shoving her back at her seat. "The fuck! you asshole!" she yelled hitting me on the shoulder. "i will suffocate you while you sleep!" I threatened as i glared at her.

"Don't start with this crap again" My dad sighed. "whatever, are we there yet?" Cecilia said impatiently. "Why do you two start problems only when we're driving?" my mom asks looking back at us. "ask her she's the one that provokes me" I respond as I started to put on my headphones. "Fights brings us closer" Cecilia said with a grin plastered on her face. I just roll my eyes and turn on my music player on full blast then stare out the window for the rest of the ride.

Once at the destination, I looked at the house. "What do you think?" my dad asked as he put his hand on my shoulder. "It looks like every other house on this block" I say as I turned off my music player. "You're going to make me talk to people, aren't you?" I ask frowning my eyebrows. "No shit" he said as he messed up my hair before walking towards the house.

We actually should have moved here a week ago, but my parents decided to decorate the house before bringing me and my sister here. I'm glad that I moved but this place is dull and so are the kids around my age. I rather rot in a pit of snakes before talking to any of these kids. And what bothered me the most is that my parents couldn't wear there clothes because last time they came here a parent told them they're a bad influence.

I looked around and noticed that our neighbors and their kids were walking towards our house. Fuck, human contact I quickly walked up the pavement until I was in front of the door. But before I could even touch the door nob, my mom called my name. "Fuck" I muttered before turning around to see my mother glaring at me with a furious look in her eyes. "Come and meet the neighbors!" she yelled. I had to listen.

Frustrated, I walked up to the small group of teens as my sister runs around with a girl that seemed scared. Wait, she's chasing her. I should stop it but I wont. I just continue walking to make human contact with people I would probably hate. Fuck why am I even trying?

Once I get there all six teens stare at me. Are you fucking serious, two of them basically dresses like me but I'm still the freak? Actually, I should calm down, they might have a reason. "What?" I ask crossing my arms."Oh, ummm I'm Marcy and this is Victor" Marcy said as Victor waved at me. "I'm Mark and this is my twin, Jack" Mark said while the two boys smiled. The last two, a female and a male, just looked at me in disgust. "What?" I asked, they have no right to look at me like that.

"Looks like we have another freak in our neighborhood, Mickie" the girl said folding her arms as she turned her attention to the boy. God her voice is annoying. "You're right, Alexa, you know it's January right?" he says with a cocky smirk. He's asking for me to give him major injuries. Instead, I just glare at him. "I'm sorry, did I do something to bother you?" I asked, trying to keep my temper at low.

"Yeah, you did" he responded, his cocky attitude irked me so. I raised an eyebrow as if I was curious to hear how I bothered him even though, frankly, I don't give a shit. Actually, I'm glad I bother him. "You moved here" he said, his voice deep and menacing as if he wanted to strike fear into me. Fuck my temper. I'm going to kill this guy. I look down at my feet, trying to keep myself calm. It doesn't work.

"Whats the matter? emo kid wants to go cut himself?" Alexa says, who do they think I am? Am I just a new toy to them? Fine. Lets play

I look up at Mickie, Mickey, whatever his name is! "What?" he says cruelly. The five other kids backed up slowly, as if I was the first one to stand up to this guy. "Hey, just ignore him, he's not worth the effort" One of the twins said, I think it was Jack. I don't know I wasn't paying attention at the time. "No! don't, beat the crap out of him, he disrespected you!" the other one said. I know I should listen to the first choice, but the second choice is much more fun.

"Look, I'm not emo first of all, and second of all shut the fuck up you egotistical asshole" I say. "what did you call me?" he said, he grabbed a hand full of my shirt and shook me around a little bit. "let go before something bad happens" I warned, my hands shaking out of irritation. :Before what happens? you gonna cry?" he said as he shook me a little more. I'm going to kill him if he doesn't let go. "Let go" I said giving him a deadly glare. "Or what?" he growled. The guy was only and inch taller then me so my feet were still firmly on the ground. Got balance and a good shot. Perfect.

I brought my hand into a fist ready to connect with this assholes face. "Mickie! what are you doing!?" said a females voice, probably his mother. "Mom!" he said letting my shirt go as if he didn't then he would get badly injured. "What did I tell you about bullying kids based on the way they look!" she said as she walked up to the small group, followed by my parents. "No! wait, it's not what it looks like!" he said trying to bullshit a fake ass answer. "It's exactly like that" one of the twins mumbled. God I have to remember which is which.

The mother smiled and thanked the teen before apologizing to my parents. "Don't worry about it, Edgar would have protected himself!" my mom said with one of her "my family is prefect" fake smile. The woman giggled as if she believed my mother was joking. The reality is that, if she hadn't come, I would have protected myself even if it meant that I would loose. And by the way my mom is looking at her, she thought the same thing. "Edgar, you can go inside now" she said finally releasing me from this idiotic human contact.

After everyone left, I went outside and sat on the porch. I sighed as I look up at the sky as my mind descends to something more and something less. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the sound of two guys talking. I grunt before getting up to go inside. "Hey, you" I heard as I opened the door. I turn to see the twins with a distraught look on their faces. "yes?" I asked, annoyed and tired."Uhh... We just anted to ask you something" one of them panicked. I walk over to the fence, instead of going inside, and lean against it.

"You're Jack right?" I ask the twin that recently spoke to me. "Y-yeah" he answered as his brother frantically tapped on the fence. Each tap getting louder then the last, irritating me little by little, until I placed my hand on top of his. "stop" I tell him, getting tired of the unnecessary noise he was making. "What do you want?" I ask, my voice harsh and in a deep growl. "S-sorry, we just need to know if you would help us" Mark said, his voice shaky as if he was nervous. "Depends" I say making both boys even more visibly distraught. I groan as Mark began to whine and bitch about I don't give a fuck. That Reminds me, Did I lock my bedroom door before going out side? Shit, I hope so.

I wonder how long this kid can talk before shutting the fuck up. How long has he been talking for anyway? damn! five minutes? The fuck is wrong with this kid? "Hey, shut the fuck up" I say to the annoying teen. Mark immediately stopped his complaining and looked at me with a surprised look on his face. "Don't complain about little things, it's fucking annoying" I continue as I jabbed Mark's forehead with my index finger. This made him cover his forehead with both his hands and changed his expression from surprised to frustrated.

"Now, as I was saying, it depends on what you want from me" I said, laying my arm on the spiked fence. "I-i'm sorry, I saw that you weren't afraid of Mickey" Jack began while trying to avoid eye contact. "who?" I asked, slowly