IMPORTANT

The tittle of this story is in fact from a MCR song
The song 'Give 'em hell kid' was what inspired me to write this story
It's not new, it's already finished, so I won't be getting any writer's block with this one
'I fell in love with my best friend, but he has a b/f!' is in hiatus at the moment
I will finish it like I promised, but I really havent been able to write the next part. Writer's block is terrible.
Meanwhile, this one will be updated if people seem to like it
And as much resemblance as the names of the characters have with those from MCR, they're not related to any of the members, they're completely fictional
Now, on with the story

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Name: Sammie
Age: 17
Grade: Third year of high school
Personality: Very shy and calm. She's not really interested in the things that go on around her. Maybe because she never really liked the people she hung around with. But she did anyways because they were the first people to accept her, and after that she didn't really bother to look for friends. She's really shy and doesn't know how to act around guys. She's not much of a social person, though she would like to be.
Background: She's an only child and studying drama. She's also never had a boyfriend. She always turned out all the guys since they only asked her out because she was in the popular crowd. She never had any true friends, but she didn't mind.
Looks: Raven black hair, dark brown eyes, short eyebrows, pale complexion, and a very fragile frame.

Don't you just love moving to new schools? Well I do. There's nothing more o-fucking-dandy than moving from your lovely home, good school and leaving all your friends behind to move to a place you know nothing about. And the greatest part is that it's all to go to a fucking strict private school on the other side of the world! Hope you caught the hint of sarcasm there.

My life was ok, but nooooo, my parents decided we had to move just because my dad got a fucking promotion and they said that the school here was great for me. How do they know if it's great or not? Oh yeah, just because they have mandatory uniforms, have games like croquet, and they're popular for their oh-so-famous swimming team.

What possessed my parents to believe I would fit in that school? I was happy in my school. I hanged out with an appropriate crowd, even if it was because the most popular girl at school named Casey has known me since little. So what if it was because she felt like she had to drag me along with her everywhere? It was better than being alone. I was never a people-person. In fact I'm pretty anti social. The only people I talked to were the ones I knew since little. It's easy to make friends at that age.

"Sam, honey?" I heard my mom call from down stairs.

"Yes mother?"

"Why don't you go out or something? Get acquainted with the new neighborhood. Don't worry, well go pick up your new uniform."

Acquainted? What she really meant was get used to it! But hey, I'd do anything so I wouldn't have to go to that awful school to buy the stupid jail uniform that we have to wear.

"Kay thanks mom." I answered. I was barefoot since my room was carpeted, so I put on my green converse, some Capri jeans, and a green hoodie.

I grabbed my house keys, some money, and rushed down the stairs. The day outside was sunny, not really matching my mood. But if you're wondering, why I never made any friends other than Casey, is because I really never paid any attention to the other group of people around me. They were the first ones to accept me, and even though I had no compatibility whatsoever with them, I just let myself be accepted. Not bothering to look for a place where I could feel like I really belonged. Not my fault entirely though, no one else ever approached me and tried to make friends.

Many cars passed down the streets. Kids were screaming outside, women watered their plants, people walked their dogs. It was such a goodie-good neighborhood. The houses were all the same. All of them looked like all those all-American-houses you see in shows like The Brady bunch. They were white, with a color like cream on the borders and windowsills, and with matching shutters. Some of them had picket fences around them. A garage the same color as the shutters to their left.

I didn't pay much interest. I mean, it was a nice neighborhood, but it was going to be hard starting a new school. I kept walking down the street with my hood on even though it was sunny. I loved baggy clothes. Mostly because whenever I wore tight fitting clothes everyone told me I was way too skinny.

As I kept walking, a strange noise became clearer and clearer. It was obviously music, and it really caught my attention. It was coming from a garage of a white and light green house. I stopped before passing in front of the garage listening to the music.

The garage door was half opened, so I could see feet under it. Suddenly a loud uproar of guitars and drums erupted, and a guy started to sing.

"Hey girl, there's something I've been meaning to say
Oh girl, you always tend to steal my breath away
It hurts me when you tell me what your boyfriend does to you
And I feel like I could treat you-"

And suddenly a crash drowned his voice and caused him to stop singing. A drumstick rolled from under the garage door to my feet un-noticed.

"Mikey! You tripped over the guitar cord again?!" I heard a voice groan.

"Mikey, would you mind getting off our drummer?" another voice asked calmly.

"Hey it's not my fault the cord follows me everywh-"

I couldn't help but giggle at this guy's clumsiness.

"Did you hear something?" a different voice asked,

Suddenly, as the garage doors opened, I regretted laughing. A guy with black hair that ended just below his chin came out. He was actually pretty adorable.

I just picked up the drumstick and walked to him. I'm not much of a talkative person, I really suck at mingling, most of all with guys, so I just handed him the drumstick. I looked back towards the garage and saw other 4 guys coming out to see what the hold up was. One of them was kind of chubby and had black spiky hair. The other one had the funniest Afro ever, most of all considering he was pretty pale. The next one, which I'm guessing was the one that tripped since his glasses were crooked and he was rubbing his hair, had brown spiky hair. The last one had black hair made into a small fox hawk, and green eyes. A really careless and laid back expression on his face,

I didn't stay staring for so long though. It was a quick glance, but hey, I do have a photographic memory when it comes to people. As soon as I glanced there, I looked back at the boy who had grabbed the drumstick, the end of his lip tugged, making him give a half smile, he opened his mouth to thank me, but before he could I just walked away, hands tucked in my green hoodie.

About 8 seconds later I glanced back, and to my surprise, that guy with the green eyes was still outside. He wasn't looking at me; he was looking at the house in front.

He must have felt me starring at him though, because he looked in my direction, our eyes making contact. But I quickly turned away and kept walking, a blush creeping across my face.

Hmmm, I wonder if they go to my school. I thought to myself. Not that I'd ever try to talk to them though, just wondering. Yup, this is going to be one hell of a school year. How am I going to manage to go trough the entire school year without someone to drag me along into their group of friends again? I'm guessing there's no hoping that I will find some long lost childhood friend that like Casey, will feel like she is in debt to me and hang around with me because of guilt and pity, even though I hate pity.

I started thinking once again to myself as I made my way back home. School will start tomorrow for me. Everyone already had situated, found somewhere they belong in, and I'm going to be the new girl, lost and lonely. Wonder what will happen? How will I screw up this time? Because honestly, I always do.