Stop Holding Back
#1 of Stop Holding Back
Ignore my RP character count for just this once. I have something I could make into something good.
"You ain't gonna make it far without your fullest..."
Another day...another weekend...another shit week of school...another round of scolding from teachers and parents...well, parent...and finally another jab at my hide for being me...
Yeah, being me totally sucks. I got the message when I was born.
But anyway, you're probably thinking, "Here we go with the emos". But hey, can you honestly blame me? For one, I stay-well more like I'm stuck-in a place where you're gated off from other places because of your typing. It's a system believe it or not; Grass types in this place, Fire in another, and Water in another place, so on and so forth. Frankly, it's a complete load of bullshit and big middle finger to whoever thought it was a good idea to literally make the whole world stereotype each other.
Then again...I do say 'Fuck Fairy Boys' whenever I get the chance but hey that's just minor.
But here we are in my bedroom, typical emo stuff. Got your favorite rock band posters plastered on every single available space on the wall-if you call it a shrine I'll fuck you up-black almost everywhere, and not to mention the clear darkness in the room despite it being mid-afternoon. But I myself am not emo. It's just a lifestyle that fits me.
Me, a Sableye who'd give a shit about what I am when hell freeze over and heaven falls...Kudos to Crash 'n' Crasher for those song titles. You guys should totally give them a listen...Okay, I'll stop the plugging, jeez.
Anyways, I'm a Sableye living in a naturally dead town because my mom got bullied out of her old house when she got pregnant. Dark types are the least friendly of any type and that's saying something from a guy that's seen a Dragon type. I mean, you'd expect the scalies to be more prone to sudden rage and short tempers. But anyway, long story short, mom got knocked up by a ghost, city people found out, she got chased out with her baby daddy and she moved into his house in this area. Honestly, I expected Ghost types to be a least more social, but there's literally nothing going on outside. I bet you if I were to stand outside right now and drop a tack-
I'd get yelled at for being too loud.
Back to my dilemma, just got home from school with my twin brother-did I mention she had twins?-and got a lashing from the old man about my slipping grades. I've told him plenty and plenty that I'm doing just fine and the teachers just hate me for being part Dark, but he's not buying it anymore it seems. Shit, I'm just glad he doesn't do spanking anymore now that me and my brother are teenagers.
By Arceus' name, a Dusknoir's hands hurt like hell.
C minuses and D's apparently don't count as acceptable to him, but my mom counts it as progress from what I used to get. F's. Oodles on oodles of failures that only got me in high school because my mom takes pity on me. Or that's what she says. It's pretty obvious she does more than a few 'back alley favors' o get me in a higher grade than what I should be at. Probably like...fourth grade.
But I can't really tell them that the reason why I'm fucking up in my classes is because I'm stupid. I'm far from dumb, mind you. Sableye aren't nothing but money-loving jewelry thieves like your mama or your papa probably warn you about at bedtime, we have brains. And mine is definitely one you can't underestimate. But school's the most boring way to show for it and I'd rather lick my father's body trail-or his 'tail' if you wanna get simple-than beg teachers for second chances. If they don't like that I would rather sleep than listen to what they gotta say, then that's on them for not understanding my situation.
In this world, it's best to live away from what people label you as.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no loner. Ghost types are made to be mopey and lonely, so of course I gathered a bundle of friends from being who I am. I'd tell you about them all, but I think I hear my brother coming upstairs. And knowing every time he would dare come up here, he's got some shit I won't like to hear to say to my face.
Let's just hope I don't break his nose in like the other time when we were 12...
This is me, reviving my muse. You can let everyone know or just keep it a secret. I don't know if I'm really that popular anymore though. Heh. Sucks to be me. ~_~
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little introduction. It took me three scourges of layers to get me thinking of something I could actually back up.
And if a loyal reader of mine noticed, then yeah. They're gone for good. R. I. P.
Oh well, there's plenty of my lifetime to see if I can't adjust my simple-doings.
For now...
No, I need a new catchphrase.