A/N: Right, so this was my rough draft for an English essay for school. Stupid freaking teacher made us later change it to 1st person, and guess what? I also predict that soon she's gonna make me change the ending to a more 'school-appropriate' one. Bullshit. But here's my story before all the school appropriate changes were made. I had to sort of hold back on this and not write to my best extent, which would include way longer descriptions, swearing, specifics, the whole fucking jazz. And I could only make it 2 pages long, which sucked. Enjoy anyways.

Angelle is based off me!

Sirens & Pills

Angelle sat alone at her lunch table, writing slowly into a notebook. She glanced at the depressive cursive scrawled on the paper, spiraling down, down, threatening to bring her with it. Her lunch lay discarded next to her in a wrinkled paper bag; she didn’t eat much anymore.

All of a sudden, something disturbed her peace. There was now a tanned face with wide blue eyes staring into Angelle’s. She didn’t flinch, muttering, “What do you want?”

Carli leaned back from where she stood across the table, glaring disdainfully at the pale girl before her. “You little freak. Are you this boring every day?” She flicked imaginary lint from her manicured pink nails, smirking.

Angelle put down her pen and raised her gaze to Carli’s face. Bold brown eyes outlined heavily in eyeliner taunted back fearlessly at cool blue ones. “Why don’t you shut up and leave me alone for once, Carla?” Her voice was low and barely suppressed anger. Carli came to tease her nearly every day, there was no running from it. It had been this way for over two years now after Angelle had moved across the state next door to Carli.

Carli grinned secretly at having struck a nerve, but continued her unimpressed look. “Why? So you can write your nerd poetry and do whatever you goths do?” She tossed her platinum blonde, obviously dyed locks back from her face and looked at Angelle expectantly.

There was a small crowd by now watching the argument with amusement. Angelle hated the fact that people regarded her as more of a clown, something to gawk at, than a real person. She stood up consciously to Carli’s height, looked her in the eye, and cursed her violently, shouting.

Carli raised an eyebrow as if to proclaim her boredom. The kids in the cafeteria began to ooh and ahh at Angelle’s outburst. The principal of their high school, who had ever so conveniently been in the room, stood up from his seat angrily and marched over to the two girls, who were now glaring at each other from their positions. As soon as Carli saw the principal approaching, she adopted a helpless, surprised look. Between Carli’s pink Limited Too sweater and GAP jeans versus Angelle’s black hoodie with a skull and bones logo on it paired with her ripped black pants, the expression was pulled off well.

The principal’s face was near a shade of purple by the time he appeared at the girls’ side. “Both of you! See me after school and don’t think you’ll get away without a detention, miss!” He pointed at Angelle to accentuate his last statement. “Now, split it up!”

Carli smirked and whispered to Angelle, “Nice job, freak. Got a little intense for you there, huh?” as she walked past back to her table of Barbie clones and expensive jeans.

Angelle fumed silently, threw away her lunch, and strolled to her next period class, hearing the other kids whisper and giggle. Throughout the rest of the school day she thought about how unwanted even she thought she was, and how tired she was of the feeling. Motivation to live had passed her right by on its ride, leaving her the reject, her the ‘freak’. She had thought about this often, and enough was enough. So really, who would mind if she wasn’t here tomorrow?

She skipped out on the principal’s office after school, knowing Carli wouldn’t be there either. Angelle walked home quickly, and upon coming into the empty house, headed straight for the kitchen. Her mind was set as she rummaged through the cabinet, came out with a whole bottle of pills, and checked the label. Affirmative. She quickly downed the entire contents of the bottle, then lay down on the floor, waiting to pass out.

Suicide note? Why bother? Angelle thought, and finally let herself go unconscious for the last time.

-

Hours passed before her mom and dad came home from work and panicked. 911 was called and dramatic scenes were made, ending with sirens, weeping parents, and the phrase, “I don’t understand what happened!”

Carli watched the ambulance speed away with Angelle’s limp body through her bedroom window next door.