Originally Posted by NaughtyVisions

In high school, I dressed in black every day (black jeans, black metal band t-shirt, my dad's old black combat boots from 'Nam). I had long hair down to the middle of my back. I loved metal (including "satanic bands" like Deicide) and horror movies. I always read books on the occult, and could almost always be seen carrying one of LaVey's books on Satanism. At 5' 5" and barely 120 lbs., everyone still moved out of my way when I walked down the halls, because of their believe that I was pure evil. I was anti-social, and only had a couple of people that I talked to.

But, at the same time that everyone thought I was sacrificing animals to a goat lord, I was also in Advanced Placement courses and getting a proper education. Those who actually talked to me found that I was always respectful and courteous, and always used my manners. By society's ideas, I should have been on a mass murdering rampage. But my parents raised me right.