Blood red rose (a Ticci Toby story)

Chapter 1

"Rose! Come downstairs for breakfast!" I groaned and pulled myself out of bed. It was my dad's week. All I could think about was going back to my mom's. As much as I love my dad, he's very...overprotective. He doesn't give me a lot of freedom. I mean, he'll let friends come to over, but I can sleep over at anyone's house, go to the mall or anything when I with him unless he's there. It's stupid. Ever since my parents divorce he's gotten so clingy. Which was three years ago. But I really can't blame his clingyness. My mom has me most of the time.
I walked downstairs and sat down at the table. My step mom, Karen, set some oatmeal and o.j. in front of me. "Good morning sweetheart." My dad said as he Ruffled my hair. I pushed his hand away and fixed my long blonde hair with light blue tips at the end. "Are you ready for school?" My dad asked. I looked at him. "Hell no." I said. He laughed. "Aww come on. School isn't that bad, is it?" I signed. "No. It's just boring and my teachers suck." Okay. That's a complete lie. Well, the teacher part anyways. I hate school because of Carly. She's hated me ever since the day I hit her in the face with a dodgeball in sixth grade (accidentally) and "ruined her reputation." Stupid, am I right? No one even remembers that it happened but her and her stupid friends. Anyway, it's been her life goal since then to make my life completely and utterly shitty. And news flash. It isn't working.
In seventh grade she tried making up a rumor saying I was lesbian but it was instantly put to rest when a kid named Dillon caught me and Steven Rodgers kissing behind the lockers.
In eighth and ninth grade she tried to do things like put notes in my locker telling me to die along with razors telling me to slice my arms open and telling me personally "no one wants you here! Go kill you self!" Hoping it would work. And it did for a while. Her insults hurt, but I never resulted to self harm. I told someone (like a smaricle particle) and she was suspended. Boy, the look on her parents faces was priceless. I had to hold back tears of laughter.
In tenth grade she tried to spread rumors again but it didn't work because  she tried too many times and no one believed her. Now all she does is tease me, trip me, and take my stuff. Which is annoying as fuck, might I add. Not offensive, just annoying.

My dad chuckled. "Well, don't let those mean old teachers get you down. They just hate their lives." I giggled. "Yeah. Well, I better get going. Bye Karen! Bye dad!" I ran upstairs and changed. I then ran into my bathroom to do my girly things. I said my final goodbyes and got in my car and drove to school.
I walked through the doors into the busy bustling hallway. I pushed through the hormonal hot mess teenagers and found my locker. A note calling me and ugly slut was taped to it. I rolled my eyes. "Really clever Carly. " I said to myself. "You used that one last week." I pulled the paper off my locker and threw it in the trash. I opened my locker and put my stuff away. Posters and pictures of friends and family decorated my locker, giving it my own personal sense of style. I smiled and looked at some of the pictures and quotes, closed my locker, and walked to class before the bell rang.

I was about to go sit down when Carly and her group of goons tripped me. "HA! Stupid clutz!" Sarah, one of Carly's minions said. "Hey loser!" Carly yelled. "Did you get my note?" All of her friends laughed. I pushed myself up and gave Carly a look. "Yes. Yes I did. You really need to start coming up with your own material. You used that same exact insult last week." Carly scoffed. "Oh whatever slut!" "Says the one who was caught making out with three guys in one day." I mumbled to myself. "What was that bitch?" Carly said. "Nothing." I said as I got up and got my stuff together. "Don't worry about it." Carly shot me a death glare and said "stupid slut." Before walking off, her dumb ass friends following and giggling. Soon the teacher walked in and the lesson began.

Two boring classes later and I was in art. I originally had P.E., but I switched into art because I like drawing and painting better than physical education. (And can you blame me?) I sat quietly and sketched as I waited for class to begin. Soon Mr. Duval, the art teacher, walked up to the front of the room from his "desk" and waited for the class to quiet down. "Good noon students!" He bellowed loudly. Mr. Duval was an interesting art teacher, as most art teachers are. Instead of saying "good morning" or "good afternoon" to us, he says "good noon" because our class is at 12:00. He also doesn't have a desk. He has a work table that he calls his desk. He's my favorite teacher ever. He lives in my dad's neighborhood and used to drive me home from school when my parents first split when I was 14. So he and I go back a while. "How was everyone's weekend?" He asked. No one raised their hands. So, me, being me, raised my hand. "Ahh, Rose! Such a pleasure to see you! How was your weekend?" "Well," I said. "I went tubing at the beach and I slept over at Lauren's house." "Fantabulouse!!" Mr. Duval said. "Anyone else?" A few other kids raised their hands and quietly told about their weekends. "Awesome!" Mr. Duval said. "Now! Let's not waist any more time." He walked over to his work desk and turned on his ancient projector, which, surprisingly, worked really well. "Carl," Mr. Duval said. "Can you turn off the lights please sir?" Carl made a weird emo sound and got up to turn off the lights. The room went dark, and the screen became clear. It was a picture of Mozart, and some of his music. "Mozart," Mr. Duval began. "Was an amazing artist." Carl raised his hand. "Yes Carl?" "Uh, Mozart was a pianist." Carl said in his monotone boring and depressing emo voice. "You Carl, are absolutely right." Mr. Duval said. "But! Mozart was a pianist. And pianists play pianos, and pianos are an instrument, and an instrument makes music, and music is a form of art." God, I love how logical Mr. Duval was. It's another reason he was my favorite teacher. "Moving on. Your project is to find a picture of Mozart's sheet music and make a replica of it. It can be any design you like. Then, you are to write at least a paragraph on what the piece and the song means to you. Partners are optional. I will be handing out laptops to each of you, and if you have a partner, you will share one laptop. Now! Get started young Picassos!" Lauren (aka, my bestest bestest friend forever) popped up. "ROSE!! YOU ARE MY PARTNER!! YOU HAVE NO CHIOCE!!! GET CHUR BUTT OVER HERE!!!" I laughed. "Lauren, I'm right next to you." I said. "Oh." Lauren giggled. "I'll go get a laptop." I said. "Ok!" Lauren said happily. I got up and walked over to Mr. Duval's work table and waited for him to get my a laptop. "You never fail to impress me Rose, don't stop now!" I giggled. "Wasn't planning on doing so." I began to walk over to my seat I was sitting at when I saw someone looking at me out of the corner of my eye and snickering. I brushed it off and walked over to my table.
I sat down and opened up the laptop. "So, what song should we do?" I asked Lauren. "I don't know. That's why Google exists." Lauren said. I laughed. I went to google and typed "Famous Mozart songs" into the search bar. I clicked on images, and scrolled through, looking for something appealing. "How about this?" I asked, as I clicked on a picture. "Oh I know that song!" Lauren said. "It's the magic flute!" "How did you know that?" I asked her. "You should know. I'm a music fanatic. I listen to everything. And I mean everything." "Okay then..." I said. "The magic flute it is."

After Lauren and I had sketched out what we were going to do, the bell rang. She and I walked to the lunch room and sat down at our usual table. Lauren went to go get school lunch as I pulled out my packed food. My dad doesn't like me eating school lunch. He says it's bad for me. I couldn't agree more. I quietly ate my chips and waited for Lauren when I hear the sound of high heels clicking on the floor. Ugh. Carly. "Awwww, is the little loser sitting alone because she has no friends?" Carly cooed. "Actually Carly, I'm waiting for Lauren." I said, not looking up at her. "Oh, you mean your little imaginary friend?" She said. Her stupid little group giggled. Oh how they piss me off. I looked at her. "You've seen her." I said. I looked back down at my bag of chips and continued eating. Carly scoffed. "Please. She's just about as invisible as you are." I put my chip down, and looked her dead in the eye. "Don't talk about my best friend like that." I said. Carly smirked evilly. "Aww, someone's getting all butthurt over a fucking joke!" I stood up. "Look bitch," I said. "You can make fun of me all you want, but you leave my loved ones out of it." "You don't tell me what to do." Carly said. "Your not my mother. Thank god." "Yeah. Thank god I'm not your mother. I'd rather kill myself than have to shit a Satan spawn out of my vagina." Carly's little group gasped. "What did you just say?" Carly said slowly through gritted teeth. "Really? Are you that dumb that you didn't understand what I said?" I said. Carly growled and pushed my up against my table. "Don't. You. Dare. Ever. Say. That. Ever. Again." She slapped my face. "Do you understand you waist of fucking air?!" I stared at her. "Really? Are you that dumb that you didn't understand what I said?" Carly said, mocking me. I squinted my eyes. "Fuck you to hell Carly smith." I said. Carly growled again and punched me. I fell to the floor helplessly and shocked. Carly hit me. She's never hit me before. I held my bleeding and probably broken nose as Carly got down to my level. "Go die in a fucking hole you waist of god damn space. No one wants you, not even your god damn parents!" She kicked my stomach, and I coughed up blood. I heard her bitch ass friends laughing and walking away. Some stayed and yelled things like "stupid bitch!" And "no one want you hear!" And the best one of all, "just die already!" I felt tears poor down my face as I got up and ran from the cafeteria, leaving my food behind. "Rose! Oh my god! Rose wait!" I heard Lauren scream behind me. I didn't listen. I just ran. I ran down the hall to my locker. I yanked it open and grabbed my stuff. I slammed it shut and ran down the stairs and out of the school. I was going home. I didn't care anymore. I ran to Karen's car, started it,  drove out of the parking lot and drove home.

FINALLY ITS DONE!!! I have Been working on this story forever! And it's only the first chapter! I'm so happy to finally have this done! :D I hope this satisfies you Abby!! I'm starting chapter two the second this is published! Until then: stay awkward :3