The Flower ch.1

    Everyday starts off with a lovely dose of crap for me to deal with.
First I have to visit my Mum, and although it may not sound that bad to you, it's definitely one of the worst points in my day.
She's abusive, not physically, but verbally.
Her words practically cut into me like a knife, but her silences are the ones to kill me.
She just sits there, and refuses to speak to me.
My parents are divorced because of me.
I'm a lesbian.
And while my dad was as supportive as one can be, my mum blamed him for my sexuality.
They got into a terrible fight that evening, and she was gone in the morning.
My aunt still wants me to keep in touch with Mum however, so everyday, at 5:00 A.M., I head off to her house and sit with her for an hour.
    And then there's school, or, as I like to call it: Pandemonium.
There's the traditional high school teams, the jocks, the popular girls, the nerds, the punks...

 The punks.

    May, that's her name.
I know, I know,
pretty ironic, eh?
The head B.A.M.F. of her club having a name that relates to one of the cheeriest months of the year.*
But don't you dare start laughing at her name, because trust me,
she certainly doesn't bring any flowers.*
She's the leader, and I have to say, she terrifies me.
I don't like admitting to being afraid of someone, but I gotta say,
she's fucking petrifying. 
And although I mostly try to avoid her, lately, I guess I must've done something to piss her off.
Because she won't stop looking at me across the room.
She just watches me, her gaze never faltering, not even when I begin to notice it.
    My school also fails horribly at their anti-bullying rules,
so I suppose you can say that we're all talk and none of the walk.
The punks rarely actually bully anyone, they simply like to intimidate us.
It's the popular girls and the jocks that are doing the bullying.
There was boy here last year, he was accidentally outed by his boyfriend, and the school's aristocracy (as i like to call it)
tormented him until he and his boyfriend transferred to a different school.
Nobody knows I'm a lesbian, and I intend to keep it that way.

    Today is the same, my dad is driving back from my trip to my mother's, and now, off to school.
After an agonizing time spent in traffic, we finally arrived at my destination.
I gave Dad a quick hug and kiss on the cheek goodbye, and covered my ears as his car drove away.
It's a part of my OCD, I always fear that he'll get into an accident, and that will be the last time I'll ever the sound of his car.
The school was stupendously warm in comparison with the outside weather.
It was November, and for some strange reason, my neighborhood always began to get colder faster than the rest of the world.
Well, then again, it's definitely at least colder than Australia's November.
Those lucky's, they get to celebrate Christmas while basking in the glorious rays of summer sunshine.
My pretty polished heels clicked in a comforting manner, though I luckily went unnoticed by many of the complete assholes and bitches at this school.
The hallway was filled with other students all rushing about, hopefully I wouldn't end up being knocked over again by Felicity.
Who's Felicity?
Oh, well, she's a really sweet girl.
But she's so, so, so, so, so, so very clumsy.
And she regularly bumps into somebody at least once a day.
 As I was saying earlier, the pupils soon began to form their groups, the jocks and the pops usually going hand-in-hand.
And the punks often are the last one's to form their pack, I suppose they enjoy being independent sometimes. 

 Wait...
 May's watching me.

    I turned my head to find that, indeed, my speculations were correct.
May was observing me from behind a locker.
Her bobbed pink-and-purple-and-blue-hair was rather nice to look at,
 I must admit.
She had all the traditional punk physical traits, 
such as a nose-ring, and a few tattoos, along with snakebites.
And she wears leather jackets, and collars, and gloves, preferably with spikes on them.
But, one thing I've noticed lately, is that her gaze isn't menacing in the slightest.
It's actually quite...
I'm not sure how to say this in any other way, 
but it's actually quite cute.
She's just standing there, looking at me like I'm the best thing in the whole wide world to look at.
It's kind of... Adorable.
Oh crap, I hope she can't read minds.
Wait, why is she coming over to me?

    "Hey."
 Hey. Hey?!
The lead punk, the most bad-ass girl at the school, can apparently mange to only say Hey to me?!
What's up with her?
 "Hi, did I do something wrong?"
Her face flushed, and for a second she avoided eye contact.
 A punk, embarrassed?
However, her nervous demeanor only lasted a few more moments before she did her best to hide it.
Making direct eye contact with me, but still not even trying to be intimidating.
  Strange.
 "Why would you ask that?
   Lemme guess, you think I'm gonna throw you in a dumpster?"

 "I was thinking more about being locked in the bathroom."
I cracked a joke, and to my luck, she laughed.
Her face blushed once more again, but she quickly took notice of it and did her best to hide it.
 "You're funny, an unusual trait for a girl who dresses up in white blouses and black skirts."
She suddenly paused, as though her words might've just betrayed her.
 "I-I mean, um, I don't mean to offend you or anything l-like that. Sorry."
"Excuse me?"
She jumped at my words, utterly ridiculous!
What happened to her bad-ass-bitch demeanor, and why was I the one who was making her act like a lovey-dovey school girl?
 "You're the lead punkerina at this school, explain to me why you just apologized."*
At this point, May's face lit up with embarrassment.
She bit her lower lip in attempts to fight back her anxiousness, cautiously avoiding her snakebites.
 "Well, maybe I just like to be polite on occasions."
And all of a sudden, confidence seemed to flood her body.
 "Specially when I'm talkin' to a pretty chick."
A flash of fear appeared in her eyes, but it was only there for a moment.
She was however, still very apparently blushing.
Wait a second...

I'm blushing too!