Okay, in Rosny Park/Eastlands (Eastlands in Tasmania, not Eastland in Melbourne :B) yesterday I had the misfortune of seeing/being in the same shop, multiple times, as a pack of 'scemo' (scene/emo. I picked that word up from them. Yes, they have enough of a lack of self respect to label themselves Scemo. Ugh.) kids. I have several complaints.

Dear girl with the Sonny Moore hairstyle and the pink extensions.
Yes, you have partially pink hair and are wearing a Care Bears shirt, a rainbow belt and a pink tutu over your skinnyjeans and a Skelanimals jacket with little cat ears on the hood. No, that does not mean you are six years old. You said it yourself (very loudly), you're fourteen. Get the fuck out of the coin-operated ABC Broadcasting Van ride that is clearly marked "maximum age: six years". I'm sure you feel very hxc, but seriously, you're too old. By the way, you look fucking ridiculous. Not radcore. Or hardcore. Get your hair out of your face and look at yourself properly, you might realise this.

Also, sweet Mother Mary and Jesus you suck motherfucking ass at Guitar Hero. Playing it in the middle of the game shop for an hour and a half straight when there are people who are obviously waiting to play it but too polite to tell you to fuck off.. not cool. You are being an ass. Get out.

Speaking of get out. You're fourteen. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of Rosny College. Going with the short awesome guy (see below) to his music class? It's a fucking stupid idea. Even if the guy did say that other people have gotten away with it. You're lucky that the teacher thought you were a student and told you to GB2 your own class.

Basically, I hate you by default.

Dear.. girl.. guy.. thing with the fucking Davey Havok fringe.
It's kind of disturbing that the only indication of your gender that I could see was the fact that you had an adam's apple. But that's not the point. Stop encouraging the Sonny Moore chick.

Also, you are quite possibly the biggest emosexual I've seen in a long time. So, when some of the really scary metal fans from your college walk in to the mall, see you wearing some unintelligible death metal shirt, walk over to you, yell "HEY DAVEY FAGGOT" and falcon punch you off the seat... yes. I am going to laugh. Hard. You look like you weigh about seventy pounds, so consequently you went flying. And cried. It was fucking hilarious. Don't glare at me like that.

Dear fat guy with snakebites and the Bullet For My Valentine shirt.
Stop hugging the Sonny Moore girl. Especially when she's trying to buy something. Because she apparently felt compulsed to stop what she was doing, hug you, then proceed. Five. Fucking. Times. There are people in line. They are waiting. It's kind of obvious you want to fuck her seven ways to Sunday.. but seriously. There are better places to express it.

Dear short guy with the awesome blue/blonde hair.
You look like you're a cool person, and not actually an emo/scene moron. A friend of mine knows you, and apparently you are a really cool un-douchebagish person. You weren't being a douchebag. You were actually being funny. So, why the fuck were you lowering yourself to hanging out with these kids? Fail.

Dear your group of fucktards in general.
1. I know people always say that emo kids need to play in traffic. But seriously. Don't. Or if you're going to, actually do it properly as opposed to running around a car park being stupid and generally making nuisances of yourselves. Also. Walking in the truck lane next to the shopping centre... smart.
Though I must say, when the huge Woolworth's truck came around the corner, it was pretty fucking funny to see the lot of you trying to run and jump the fence while wearing your too-tight skinny jeans and trying not to mess your hair up.

2. Okay. Once Sonny Moore chick gave up on the Bananas In Pajamas ride, you all went and congregated around the Brum ride on the other side of the mall. It's good that none of you tried to get in it. But... this ride plays the Brum themesong every five minutes, yes. This is not an invitation for the lot of you to wait completely still until the song starts, then start dancing like two-year-olds. It may have been comical the first time. But you did this ten times until you got bored. And I had the misfortune of being stuck in the shop opposite you while they tried to get the register to work properly. Ugh.

3. One more thing. Libraries are quiet places, and so by definition they are definitely not the place to try to make a four-person human pyramid, nor the place to give up on that and have a pile-on/mosh pit. News flash: you can't make a human pyramid with four people. Also, having the incredibly girly Davey Havok guy who, as stated before, looks like he weighs about seventy pounds.. having him and Sonny Moore girl on the bottom of the pyramid, plus the fat guy on the top? Not going to work.
This is why I left the library as soon as your irritating squealing (from the guys) and screamo 'singing' (from the girl) alerted me to your prescence.





I know, I know, textwall. But I really want to deck these fucking kids. This complaint doesn't even begin to detail how much these kids, plus another seven or so who are also in their group but thankfully weren't there today, piss me off.
tl;dr: emo kids need to die. But you knew that much already. So read the complaint.