franks first day :) rated for language ;)
I went over to my bag and pulled out some clothes. i picked my nice big misfits hoodie so it could cover my sore and cut arms. i also grabbed a plain black tee and some ripped skinnies to slip into. i went into the bathroom and smiled. i went back to my room to grab my red eyeliner. i wouldn't be caught dead without it. i applied it heavily and smudged it in. perfect! i looked at the time. 7:54. Shit! school started at 8:00... and i live 20 mintues away from school. great first impresion eh? late and beat up. i grabbed my misfits bag and ran down the stairs carefully avoiding the glass bottle shards on the floor.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING!" my dad yelled.
"SCHOOL!" i screamed back as i slammed the front door shut. i swallowed hard. i was gonna die when i got back from school. i ran down the empty streets and saw a large grey buliding with brown grass and broken windows.
'New Jersey High School'
a sign read. i sighed and pushed open the gates and trudged down a flight of stairs. i was now face to face with a large brown door which i pushed open. suprisingly the inside of the school was actually..nice and clean. i looked around and saw a small desk and a plump lady with masses of curly brown hair that reached her shoulders. she was also wearing glasses and a completely fake smiled. i walked over to her and she looked up.
"May i help you young man? the middle schools down the road if you're looking for it." she smiled. i tensed up. too be fair i was very short but to be classifyed as a bloody kid from middle school. i coughed and she looked up again.
"Actually.." i began as i let venom fill my voice "i am the new kid Frank Iero and i'm 17." i growled. the lady turned a pale pink colour.
"Oh my...i'm terribly sorry young man! here let me give you your things." the lady rushed her words. she was probally very embrassed. i grabbed my stuff and thanked her.
"my names Mrs. Kurley by the way, i'm the recptionist. if you need any help find me!" she smiled. i smiled back and started to trudge up the stairs to my class. it was in room 67 and it was history. great...just fucking great. i came to the room and sighed.
"here it goes." i whispered to myself and i knocked on the door.
i was in history. great. i hated history. i was pile of bullshit really. i sighed and turned to my best friend who was sitting next to me.
"hey Kat." i smiled. she turned around and faced me. Kat was her nickname, she was really called Katarina Huddart. she moved to new jersey from england a couple of years back and we instantly became friends.
"what gee?" she asked as her eyes started to inquire my sudden talkativness. i never talked really.
"i'm bored..." i grinned and she let a small giggle escape her lips.
"aren't we all!" she laughed. we were really close but not in a kind of boyfriend girlfriend kinda way. i was gay after all. kat knew and she encouraged me to 'flower' in that way. she was like a big sister or 'agony aunt' to me and our friends. we loved her for it. and she could always make us smile no matter what. we both sighed and faced the front of the class. our teacher Mr. Olkand was droning on about something to do with the british monarchy. kat knew everything. i sighed and looked around, trying to find something worth pay all of my attention at. next to me was kat. on the other side of me was no-one. i was the school emo faggot. yeah, everyone knew i was gay when i broke up with my last girlfriend jazz. i told her that i was gay suprisingly she was okay with it. we're still great friends but her brother hates me for it. i sighed. just then there was a small knock at the door.
"COME IN!" mr. olkland shouted. there was an akward silence and then a small boy with shaved red hair and a black mohawk walked in the class. he turned and faced us and blushed. he had a cute button nose and delicate lips that were peirced with a lip ring. his nose had he same fate too exceot it was a small black stud instead.then i noticed his black eye and gash across his cheek. i scanned his body up and down. he was wearing a misfits hoodie. i smiled. misfits was my favourite band! i was love struck and i didn't even know his name.
"er. you must be the new kid right?" our teacher smiled akwardly. the boy nodded and found a sudden intrest in the floor.
"so, tell us a bit about you then." mr. okland smiled. the boy raised his head and i saw a small blush creep along his cheeks.
"um..hi i guess. my names frank iero and i moved here on friday." he muttered. i could tell he wasn't comfortable with talking much.
"okay frank, does anyone have any questions for mr. iero?" mr. olkland smiled as his eyes scanned the room. Chanelle, the school tart, raised her hand.
"like, why do you have a black eye and ugly cut on your cheek?" she asked in the most common tone ever. i hated her. frank traced his eye and cut with his fingers and muttered a sort of curse i supposed.
"er..i-i...i um.. i fell down the er--stairs! yes i fell down the stair!" frank proclaimed. i didn't buy a single word of it. this time one of the jocks put their hand up.
"why do you dress like some emo faggot, just like gerard way over there." the jock laughed and all eyes were on me. frank diverted his attention to me too. i could see his eyes properally now. they were the deepest shade of brown with beautiful flecks of hazel and vivid green. my heart melted as a blush crept along my face.
"now that was uncalled for fr---" mr. olkland began but frank cut him off.
"i dress like this cause i can okay. and that gerard and the girl he's sitting next too look pretty awesome if ya don't mind!" frank grimaced and pointed to us. kat stood up and smiled.
"why thank you frank! come and sit with us!" kat beamed. frank walked over to us and pulled out the chair next to me from under the desk.
"hey gerard and you are.." frank smiled and kat put out her hand for him to shake.
"katarina, but please call me kat!" she grinned as they shook hands. he stared at me and put his hand out for me to shake. i grabbed it and smiled as an electric current shot through my arm. we both pulled away instinctively and i blushed. did frank feel the spark too...probally not. he's most likely straight after all. but maybe...just maybe...
oh god i'm hopeless. i'm completely in love with a boy (who's most likely straight) who i only met 5 seconds ago. i have a bad case of the love bug now, and the day goes on. great.
second chapter!!! yayay! please R&R and the next chapter up tommorow!!!!