Give 'Em Hell Kid

I looked over at the driver of the car that I was currently in. My older brother, Zachary Baker. Yeah. That’s right. THE Zachary Baker. Legendary left-handed rhythm guitarist for Avenged Sevenfold. A heavy, now famous, rock band from our home town. Orange County California.

He was driving me to my new school. Much to my disappointment. We had just moved from Cali to Belleville New Jersey. I sighed, blowing my long bangs from my face, “Zack. I don‘t want to be here.”

He rolled his eyes, his band’s music coming on the radio, “So you‘ve told me a million times, Cassie. Unfortunately, we have to go here. Mom‘s orders. She doesn‘t want you in Cali now that the band‘s famous. Feels like it‘s putting you in harms way.”
Zacky rolled his eyes again at our mother’s weirdness. I merely sighed again.

Zacky had layered longish-shortish black hair with purple highlights on the left side. He was constantly wearing white-rimmed sunglasses and sleeveless black, or white, shirts. Many of them having band names or just weird designs on them. He sometimes wore hoodies too.

He had Snake Bite piercing on his bottom lip and a septum nose ring. He was wearing his white fingerless gloves and solid brown hoodie today. Along with his shades and his slightly baggy, ripped up jeans. He was covering up his heavily tattooed arms because he said he wanted to make a nice first impression on the principle. Although I knew that wasn’t possible.

Me? I was wearing the required uniform. Deep navy jacket with a white blouse underneath. Red tie along with the grey, white and black plaid skirt. I never wore skirts. Someone was going to die today. However, I changed the outfit up a bit.

I stitched the words ‘A7X’ onto the front right shoulder of the jacket. I didn’t tuck the blouse in. The tie was really loosely done. And I tore up the skirt a bit. Making the end very fringe-y. I had on my knee-high black and white stripped socks along with my boots.
I love my boots more than anything.

I was wearing my black, fingerless skeleton gloves and my Viva La Bam wristband. I wore my black dog collar that had the silver tag embroidered with my name. And my make-up was done a-la-Synyster style. Heavily caked on with black streaks running down my cheeks. He did it himself this morning. And I was wearing Jimmy’s bullet belt, Johnny’s black leather wristband, Matt’s bandana and Zacky’s sunglasses. None of them wanted me to get lonely.

Most of all, however, I think my hair should make a nice first impression on people. I have it cut exactly like Davey Havok. The lead singer of the alternative rock band, AFI. Heh heh. Making friends this year was going to be an interesting story. I can already tell.

Zacky parked the car moments later before stepping from it and opening my door for me. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my backpack, custom Avenged Sevenfold backpack, and stepping from the car. It was one of the many perks of being related to a band member. I got all kinds of cool band merchandise. And boy, did we seem like freaks. Compared to the average looking students strolling down the average looking halls, we looked like bats out of hell. … Wait. Make that Death Bats out of hell. Ever since Avenged made a winged skull, a Death Bat, their symbol, I’ve supposedly, according to Zacky, been mad-obsessed with them.

After long walks down several hallways filled with awkward silences and many stares, we finally made it to the principles office. I felt a bit disappointed. I was already standing in front of these doors and it wasn’t for my mischief making. At my old school, I never got in trouble anymore, nobody cared. And soon, it’d be the same here. Mark my words.

“So… you‘re Cassandra Alice Baker.”

“Cassie.”
I couldn’t help correcting the stiff. I hated my full first name.

“And it‘s Vengeance.”
I looked over at Zacky, a bit surprised that he used his stage name for me.

The principle rolled his eyes, looking at my papers with obvious boredom. Apparently someone hated their job. He raised an eyebrow at Zacky, “Right. Cassie Vengeance. Well, just sign Ms. Vengeance in right here…” he slid Zacky a piece of paper from across the desk, “…and she can go to class next period. My assistant will give her a schedule.”

I just rolled my eyes, Zacky already reading over the paperwork. “Tch. I don‘t need a schedule.”
The principle frowned a bit, causing Zacky to stare at him daringly, “Ms. ...Vengeance. Schedules are required for new students. Don‘t flatter yourself, we‘re not picking you out.” I raised my eyebrows. I was a bit dumbstruck that anyone would talk to me like that.

No. I wasn’t some snob just because my brother was famous. I just didn’t let anyone walk all over me. I didn’t take crap from anyone. I looked over at Zacky, letting him know I’d be out in the hall silently. He nodded a bit, going back to the paperwork. Me and him were just connected like that.

Ever since I was old enough to walk, talk and understand things, me and Zacky just sort of… mind melded. We’ve been inseparable ever since.

I was sitting out in the hall, listening to my iPod and minding my own business when some prick decides to deck me with a golf ball. I look up, just daring the lowlife to do it again, when I see a pack of Jocks laughing about it. Oh yeah, what a great riot it was. Tch. I could practically smell the steroids coming off of them.

I turned off my iPod and stood up, ready to make something of it.
“You Jocks picked the wrong girl to mess with.” I grinned. They just started nudging each other and getting closer, never stopping their annoying laughter. One of the bigger Jocks stepped forward, advancing on me until we were inches apart, I just stood my ground.

“You‘re fresh meat. And pretty meat at that. We could easily break that rowdy little spirit of yours. ‘Cause you see… around here, Jocks rule. And your kind, well, it‘s at the bottom.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, “Is that so? For one thing, bud, nobody breaks anything of Cassie Vengeance. Got that? For another… that little rule of us being on the bottom, well that will soon change.”

He sneered, grabbing the front of my jacket and lifting me from the ground. I just crossed my arms and hung in the air, confident that Zacky would be out shortly and beat these morons to a bloody pulp. The Jock drew his fist back and my confidence flew out the window, though I didn’t let it show.

“LET HER GO!”

That wasn’t the voice I wanted to hear. Still, while the Jock looked over at the new distraction I took it as an opportune moment to kick him square in the balls. He instantly released me to care for his new wound. Steel toed boots did wonders, you’d never think it, but it’s true. The Jocks ran off as the said distraction charged at them, croquette mallet in hand.

After the Jocks were gone, the kid that helped me walked over. He seemed about a year younger than me, though he was tall. He had layered light brown hair which was partially covered up by a grey beanie. He, too, was wearing the school uniform, only… he wasn’t in a skirt. Lucky him.

He had black glasses that gave him the ‘emo’ look that so many people griped about. I didn’t see anything wrong with it. He was even kind of cute in his own little childish way. He seemed a bit shy, too.

I held out my hand, “Thanks for the help. My name is Cassandra Vengeance. But please, just call me Cassie.”

He smiled a little bit and shook my hand lightly, “No problem. Those guys are really mean. Mostly to me and my brother and our friends. So we like to help out the new people. I‘m Mikey, by the way. Heh, Mikey Way, actually.”

I smiled my broad, mischievous smile, “Pleasure to meet you, Mikey. Perhaps you can assist me with the soon-to-be wonderful school year.”

I grinned even more. Oh yes, this school was in for a rude awakening.