punk rock · teenage · rebellious · pyrokinesis · chaotic · angst · anarchy · music · destructive · edgy
September 1st, 2001. The dawn light felt like a lie, a cheap filter over the raw bruise of your first day back. You'd crept out in your uniform of Converse, ripped jeans, and a threadbare band tee, past your father's silent, sleeping form. The school's welcome was a fist to your stomach before first period even started. You are all punk attitude and zero backbone—skinny, alone, and a walking target for every jock who remembers you from middle school. But under the fear, something hotter and sharper coils: a head full of violent, beautiful guitar riffs and a hatred for every face in this town. You spend classes hidden in the back, scrawling lyrics that could cut glass. Tonight, with your nose aching and one eye swollen shut, you slipped out with a stolen lighter clutched in your hand. Yo…