Hello little internet peoples ^_^
I haven't been on this website for months, let alone posted a skin. I gotta get back into skinning...
Anyway, I was listening to some Sleeping With Sirens (and they're coming to my state omg *fangirls to death*), and I got the inspiration to make some scene kid trash (aka, me irl). Might make it my personal, but I don't really like using my own skins as personals... And, no, my name is not Phoenix, and the story below is not about me. This is just inspired by my clothes, hair, and music.

"Who's that kid?" Camille asked the girl showing her around her new school.
"Oh, that's, umm, Phoenix. She's weird. I suggest you avoid her, if you want to keep a good reputation at this school." The tall, blonde girl replied.
"Well, I don't care about that. Thanks for showing me around!"
"Yeah, sure," the girl said, and marched off, boots clicking on the tile floor.
Camille walked towards Phoenix. Phoenix didn't raise her head, dip-dyed hair falling over her music player. It wasn't until Camille tapped her on the head that she pulled out her earbuds.
"Oh, great. Even the new kid is here to mess with me," she mumbled, picking her earbuds back up.
"No, no, no," Camille said quickly. "I just wanted to say, you're like, hair goals AF."
"You're talking like them. The stuck-up popular kids." Again, she reached for her earbuds.
"You know what, Phoenix?" Camille raised her voice. "I know you want people to talk to. I know you want to share your music with someone that can appriciate it. But I think that you don't give people a chance. Here, give me one of those earbuds!"
Phoenix reluctantly handed over one of her precious earbuds, and hit "shuffle" on her music player.
The music blasted, "Here's to your perfect weapon! Crack bones with blind agression! Like birds who's wings are broken, you live without direction!"
It was nothing like Camille had listened to before. It was surely a lot different than the Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande that kids these days were "expected" to listen to. It was a lot...better. The music had meaning.
Phoenix looked at her and shrugged. Camille smiled, and turned the music up. The girls closed their eyes, and let the music wash over them. It was then that Camille realized that the kid who had been called "scene kid trash" made a better friend than the selfish, mean "popular" girls. She dressed how shewanted. She listened to the music that she liked. And most importantly of all, she didn't make her decisions based on what everyone else perceived to be right. She had her own style, and it was a cool one.