The wind outside was thunderous. That was my most literate way to explain it. I was alone in my house watching ‘Titanic’ by myself. I know, I know, sad right? It’s not my fault that I’m 17 and I’m a Goth. Most boys I know are okay with this fact, mostly because they are my mates. Every time I try to make a move on a boy, he takes one look at me and walks away-so judgmental. My eyes flooded with tears as I realized that I may never have someone in my arms forever. ‘Get a grip Bree!’ I told myself, ‘Of course you will find a man.’ Though I knew that this was all lies, I still fed them to my mind. The movie ‘Titanic’ was making the atmosphere unbearable, so I changed the channel. On television was, ugh, one direction. I’m not a massive fan-understatement of the century- in fact I pretty much hate them. I decided to take a break from the TV. There was a girly night going on tonight. The time was 10 and we were going out in 5 minutes. I took a look in the mirror to see if my clothes and make-up was alright. As expected, I saw an ugly girl with a bad smile and big ears. All my girl friends said that I was fine, but I saw my reflection in their eyes and I knew that they where liars. I felt sorry for my parents, though now I can’t because they are dead. Murdered by a woman called Venomous. I don’t know why she was nick-named that, her real name is Victoria James Laurent. Any way this isn’t about her, I put on my usual skin-tight black dress and 5 inch heels with fish net tights and a ponytail near the top of my head. My skin is a pale white, and I put on black eye shadow and lipstick. Purple eyeliner outlined my eyes; I used purple because it matches my wild purple hair. Iris was waiting for me when I stepped out of my house. She was wearing bright red hot pants; a flowery top with fish net sleeves and the usual sparkly pumps. Iris is the exact opposite of me. She is a sexy Girly-girl, whereas I’m a freaky Goth. We set off in her car to go clubbing. It is only ever me and her and we usually hook up with friend while we are there. Most people make friends with us because of Iris. The never really pay attention to me; to be honest I wouldn’t myself. When we arrive at the same club that we normally go to, Palm Beach is packed. That’s the name of the club. I’m not surprised really ‘cos the floor is a sandy colour and there are bright green and brown palm trees painted on the walls. “Hurry up!” Iris called already inside.
“I’m coming you impatient cow!” I yelled back and walk down the stairs.

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