Why I Hate Scene Kids- a list of my many pet peeves.

• Their attitude. They think, 'OMG look at mai kool hairzz... and mah fricken TUUU-TUUU.' Who the heck cares. You look like imbiciles, and will never be taken seriously by anyone. Not too mention that you're so stuck up you can only have other idiot emo/scene/WHATEVER as friends, or you lose, lyk, koolness pointz. Grow up.
• How they act in public with all their little friends. They yell and generally act obnoxious. Believe me, most people don't appreciate the F-bomb dropped every four seconds at the top of your lungs in front of their kids.
• Their music. Screamo isn't that great. Sorry to burst your little 'lawlimsohardcorecauseilikeSCREAMOmannn...' bubble. Same for emo music.
• Clothing. Good.lord. I don't even know how to describe how much I hate scene kid clothes. It's so... lurid. (most of you scene kiddies will need your dictionaries now) And flashy... obnoxious. It's not cute. It's not even attractive.
• Pictures. It always either showcases their hair, makeup, unrealistically short skirts, boobs, or all of the above. Posed provacatively, usually.... then they show all their little friends and they try to copy them, and now we have obscene (ha, see what I did there? ;D Scene kids might need some help to figure it out) amounts of ridiculous pictures of 14 year-old girls pulling their shirts up just so, because it makes them cool. Whatever.
• Obsession with dinosaurs. What.the.heck. Please tell me who started this so we can burn them at the stake.
• Cutting/Depression. Yeah, yeah... they're both serious problems, etc. etc... but the scene community uses both for the attention. "LYK, yeah. I haz som scarz on mah wrists. LOVE MEH BECAUSE IM SADDDD. =[[[[[" or "im sooo frickkennnn angry at every1... no one understandzz meh... iz so artistec... yeh, im kool." *rips hair out*
• Hair. 0__o I have no words. I hate it so much.
• Language. The very worst of which is 'rawr'. Followed closely by 'mai', 'meh', 'mah', 'lyk', 'atm', and others.
• Makeup. (I will admit, I wore heavy eye makeup for a period in my life. But I stopped) They think it makes them look so cool. In reality, they look like dumb kids desperately vying for attention. Lay off.
• Hearts. Here is the average scene girl conversation; "Soooo, yuppp. i went to lyyyyyyyyk hottopic 2day and got a frikkkkkkkkeeeeeeeennnnnnnnn awesom shirt. it has, lyk, skullz razorz and bluddd on ittt. <3>
• Broken Hearts. a.k.a. 'less than three'. Made even more irritating when they post a single broken heart and all their friends go, "ohemgee, whats wrongggg? =[[[" Come on.

This about covers it. Thanks (or no thanks, depending on who you are) for reading this. It was a great vent/stress reliever ever. (I loved making up the scene kid dialogue) If you have any others, please comment.

The Express.

He sits there in a train full of people,

Surrounded yet alone the whole time.

He doesn't understand what just happened.

He's lost inside the maze of his own mind.

The world can be a cruel place

Taking while never giving back the lives it captures

it it's deathly grip of greed, of murder, of lies.

The closest that he's ever had to family

Was snatched, it seems, far before his own time.

He suddenly snaps back to the present,

Looks out the window with a blank stare.

He notices the whispers from the opposite end

of the carriage he is sharing with his friends.

He knows the love him deeply,

But they don't understand the pain of

having love wrested from your grip.

He looks at their worried faces and smiles,

Not really meaning it. They look at each other,

and cautiously smile back,

Neither of them knowing exactly what to say.

He sits back wearily and turns his head,

This week has seemed like several years.

His face pops into his mind again.

Now he silently fights back tears.

He wonders if it will ever be okay,

and speaks into the fog in his brain.

If I stayed on this train

Until that dark September,

Do you think the whole wide world won't know I came?

If I stayed right here, fading to the background

would my pain dissolve the same?

Would all forget my name?

But he knows he can't escape this.

To fight is his fate.

Living or dying, victory or grim defeat.

This is the fear he'll have to face.

The breaks squeal loudly to the fog.

His thoughts come to a halt.

Resignedly, he stands. Walks out to the platform,

says goodbye again.

He does not know where fate is leading,

But he will follow all the same.

Though tonight he is grieving,

he knows that this will light the way.

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ORDER OF THE PHOENIX SPOILER WARNING!

"As the train slowed in the approach to King's Cross, Harry thought he had never wanted to leave it less. He even wondered fleetingly what would happen if he simply refused to get off, but remained stubbornly sitting there until the first of September, when it would take him back to Hogwarts. When it finally puffed to a standstill, however, he lifted down Hedwig's cage and prepared to drag his trunk from the train as usual." - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, pg. 866-867 by J.K. Rowling.

This poem/song/etc. was inspired by what I imagine Harry was feeling on the ride home from Hogwarts after Sirius was killed. I claim no ownership of the Harry Potter series or it's characters. All rights to J.K. Rowling.

Haunt.

I hear the creaking of their steps along the hallway floor

I know the squealing of the hinges on every single door

I see the skeletons at night when I'm alone

Dancing to the tick of the mantelpiece clock, the ringing of the phone

A sad and mournful dance they dance,

In pairs, one by one, spinning circles in the dust upon the floor

And while, at first, it's a rather terrifying sight

Their creaking bones, their evil smiles

I've come to find I enjoy their dances night after night

I do not fear their eyeless gaze

Nor the dusty bones

Nay, what I fear the most of all

Is the day I return home