FRERARD. Things aren't always as they seem...
Thousands of us.
Standing in line.
Ready to perform.
The tension was rising, we all had to do our best. This night was my future, everything I had ever done, and will do, depends on this night.
Suddenly, the spotlight casts down onto my skinny, pale figure. Oh shit. "Gerard, do something!" My rather feminine brother, Mikey, hissed from my right.
"Gerard if you don't do something I will kick your sorry ass!" Ray growled from my left. All the pressure was on me. I slowly walked forward... And began to dance. I lifted my arms up into the air, waving them around slightly. I then moved carefully to the music, making sure I was in time. Everyone was clapping and singing along, I smiled devishly into the crowd and continued to strut my stuff! They were all cheering my name,
GERARD GET UP YOU FAGGOT!
-wait a minu....
"Gerard!" Mikey screamed fuiriously,
"Get up, we'll be late for school!"
"Why, what time is it?" I yawned, rubbing sleep out of my eyes and dragging myself out of bed, only to end up lying on the floor, cuddling my old teddy bear.
"8:15... We have to leave in TEN MINUTES!" Mikey cried in fustration.
"Mikes... Have we ever taken ballet lessons?" I asked, curiously.
"I'm not even going to answer that. Get dressed and get downstairs." He grumbled as he walked out the door, slamming it in the process. How rude. I decided to get up anyway, not for my evil ballet-loving brother, but because if i'm late for school again, i'll get ANOTHER after school detention. Ugh. I stumbled over to my wardrobe, picking out any (clean) clothes I could find.
Looking in the mirror, I realize i'm wearing my misfits t-shirt backwards. Oh well, doesn't hurt to make a fashion statement, right? It's not like anybody else in this hellhole appreciates fine music anyway. I start smudging on some black eyeliner, I need to atleast look a BIT decent for school.
"Good morning class!" Mrs. Wilson beamed. Ugh. How can she be so optimistic? It makes me feel sick. That's probably because I haven't had my daily intake of coffee and she has. Ungrateful bitch. "We have a new student joining us today! His name is Frank Iero." She smiled sweetly. How sickening. Just then, the door burst open, and in slumped a petite looking male. He kept his eyes on the ground and stumbled over to join Miss W at the front, "So Frank, tell the class a bit about yourself!" The new kid, who I beleive responds to 'Frank' looked up, eyeing the class.
"My names Frank," he mumbled,
"Yes, well, i'm sure we all know that Frank..." Miss said unpationtly. Suddenly, I realised Frank was also wearing a misfits top. ShitShitShit. Mines on backwards. So much for new exciting fashion statement! I quickly grab my hoodie from the chair beside me and zip it up tightly. Nobody needs to know. "Well then, if you have nothing else to say... Please go take a seat." Frank scanned the room, not meeting my hopeful eyes. 'Frank, please come sit next to me, I'm lonely without any friends!' I plead... To myself...
I hope you like the first chapter... I did have more but i dont have time..