Status: Finished, but I'm revising it.
How to be Emo
The Message
STOP LABELING PEOPLE! WE AREN’T “EMOS” OR “PREPS” WE ARE UNIQUE!
That’s all my huge poster board said for today. I knew kids would see it at lunch when they went off campus, even though they weren’t supposed to. Maybe they’d be confused and ask about it.
I was going to do this all week and then I was going to be myself. I wasn’t going to take peoples shit anymore. I’m ready to fight back. No fists yet, though.
When school ended, people glanced at the poster for a second and laughed.
“Oh, we thought you died of embarrassment,” one of Niki’s pawns said.
“Nope.” I was glad I wasn’t egging them on.
“I heard about your mom,” Niki said, giving me her “sorry, but I hope she dies too” voice.
I sighed, looking down at my converse. I shot my head back up and smirked. “Cool.”
“You know why she’s in there, right?” Niki was at the curb of the sidewalk, to make sure I heard her clearly.
“Yup.” I held my sign tighter and my nails dug into the deep paper.
“Cause she’s screw up, huh?” Niki smiled and everything got quiet. “Just like you.”
I wanted to hurt her so badly and say that she was more screw up. “You got that right.”
The look at her face was priceless: it was a mix between a grin and a “think hard to say something mean” look. At least she has a brain, right?
“Is that all? I’m trying to get this—” I rose the poster “—through everyone’s head.”
After that everyone got into the cars and left. I went to the park.
That’s all my huge poster board said for today. I knew kids would see it at lunch when they went off campus, even though they weren’t supposed to. Maybe they’d be confused and ask about it.
I was going to do this all week and then I was going to be myself. I wasn’t going to take peoples shit anymore. I’m ready to fight back. No fists yet, though.
When school ended, people glanced at the poster for a second and laughed.
“Oh, we thought you died of embarrassment,” one of Niki’s pawns said.
“Nope.” I was glad I wasn’t egging them on.
“I heard about your mom,” Niki said, giving me her “sorry, but I hope she dies too” voice.
I sighed, looking down at my converse. I shot my head back up and smirked. “Cool.”
“You know why she’s in there, right?” Niki was at the curb of the sidewalk, to make sure I heard her clearly.
“Yup.” I held my sign tighter and my nails dug into the deep paper.
“Cause she’s screw up, huh?” Niki smiled and everything got quiet. “Just like you.”
I wanted to hurt her so badly and say that she was more screw up. “You got that right.”
The look at her face was priceless: it was a mix between a grin and a “think hard to say something mean” look. At least she has a brain, right?
“Is that all? I’m trying to get this—” I rose the poster “—through everyone’s head.”
After that everyone got into the cars and left. I went to the park.
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I enjoyed writing this one!