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Dreaming The Future
0 ReviewsFrannk's faling asleep in English, the bitchy teacher put him in detention. *One-Shot*
"Frank Iero!" Mrs. Camelton shouted at me. I stired in my spot, and rose my heavy-lidded eyes to her. The small woman had a nasal voice, which constantly got on my nerves. Her short, dyed blonde hair was combed off her face, and her glare was enough to melt chairs and small students. Her extremly baggy shirt hung off her as she bent over my table. I tried not to look up, or I'd feel violated permenatly.
"Yeah?" I asked, sleepiness creeping into my voice. Staying up all of last night was a bad idea when I have this bitch last on a school day.
"When I tell you to do your work, I expect you to do it." She moved her head around as she spoke, as if she was trying to be theatrical or something. All the students sitting at the same table as me shrank away. "I don't expect you to just sit your head on the desk. There are people that are here to learn, and there are others who would want to be moved up into advanced english. I could move you down, Do you want that?" Mrs. Camelton ranted. She took a deep breath and was about to launch back in, when she glanced at the door, and through it saw someone she knew walking down the hall. The short teacher quickly stood up and half-ran to the hallway.
"Oh hi!" She exclaimed to the passing random.
I fell back onto the back support of my chair. Thank fucking god for that. Mrs Camelton had the shortest attention span ever, and when she returned, she would probably forget about me.
"That was lucky." A blonde boy, Jace, muttered to me as he got up to chuck a peice of paper in the bin.
"Yeah." I said back. I put my head back on the desk, and someone shoved a yellow peice of paper under my arm. I lifted my head, and saw Camelton walk back to her chair. The piece of paper was labled DETENTION. Fuck my life.
***
I walked into the detention room after English. Detention or English... i'd rather be here. And I usually am.
Mr Jones looks up at me, and nod hello. I half smile. We both know the drill now. He left me to sit up the back of the room, where I fell asleep.
I was on the stage. People all around us, cheering myself and the other shadowy figure beside me. I was playing some chords on my guitar, and the croud loved it. This feeling was so good.
Eventually, the song came to an end. I threw my arms up into the air, noticing that I was wearing some type of black jacket with white stripes... almost as if I was part of a marching band.
Out of the corner of my eye, my mystereous companions exited the stage, and I was quick to follow them.
"Hey!" I called out as I caught up with the others. They were wearing uniforms similar to mine. I put my hand on the arm of the bleach-blonde hair, and his being vanished, his clothes falling to the ground in a crumpled heap, no trace of the blonde man there.
"Wha..." I called out. The three other men turned to me, faces shadowed, and did the same as the blonde.
"Frank... you can go now." Mr Jones said, shaking me awake. No stage, no disappearing men, no crowd. Only the detention room.
"Okay, thanks." I muttered and shouldered my bag, and walked out the door.
As I walked home, I thought about my dream. What the hell was it all about? Was it showing me what was to happen in the future?
Anyway, from then on, I decided that I was going to save up for a guitar, learn how to play and get in a band.
"Frank Iero, you will make the dream come true, in that you will be in a band." I muttered to myself.
I may, or may not, have based Mrs Camelton on my current Advanced English... (shifty eyes) XD
"Yeah?" I asked, sleepiness creeping into my voice. Staying up all of last night was a bad idea when I have this bitch last on a school day.
"When I tell you to do your work, I expect you to do it." She moved her head around as she spoke, as if she was trying to be theatrical or something. All the students sitting at the same table as me shrank away. "I don't expect you to just sit your head on the desk. There are people that are here to learn, and there are others who would want to be moved up into advanced english. I could move you down, Do you want that?" Mrs. Camelton ranted. She took a deep breath and was about to launch back in, when she glanced at the door, and through it saw someone she knew walking down the hall. The short teacher quickly stood up and half-ran to the hallway.
"Oh hi!" She exclaimed to the passing random.
I fell back onto the back support of my chair. Thank fucking god for that. Mrs Camelton had the shortest attention span ever, and when she returned, she would probably forget about me.
"That was lucky." A blonde boy, Jace, muttered to me as he got up to chuck a peice of paper in the bin.
"Yeah." I said back. I put my head back on the desk, and someone shoved a yellow peice of paper under my arm. I lifted my head, and saw Camelton walk back to her chair. The piece of paper was labled DETENTION. Fuck my life.
***
I walked into the detention room after English. Detention or English... i'd rather be here. And I usually am.
Mr Jones looks up at me, and nod hello. I half smile. We both know the drill now. He left me to sit up the back of the room, where I fell asleep.
I was on the stage. People all around us, cheering myself and the other shadowy figure beside me. I was playing some chords on my guitar, and the croud loved it. This feeling was so good.
Eventually, the song came to an end. I threw my arms up into the air, noticing that I was wearing some type of black jacket with white stripes... almost as if I was part of a marching band.
Out of the corner of my eye, my mystereous companions exited the stage, and I was quick to follow them.
"Hey!" I called out as I caught up with the others. They were wearing uniforms similar to mine. I put my hand on the arm of the bleach-blonde hair, and his being vanished, his clothes falling to the ground in a crumpled heap, no trace of the blonde man there.
"Wha..." I called out. The three other men turned to me, faces shadowed, and did the same as the blonde.
"Frank... you can go now." Mr Jones said, shaking me awake. No stage, no disappearing men, no crowd. Only the detention room.
"Okay, thanks." I muttered and shouldered my bag, and walked out the door.
As I walked home, I thought about my dream. What the hell was it all about? Was it showing me what was to happen in the future?
Anyway, from then on, I decided that I was going to save up for a guitar, learn how to play and get in a band.
"Frank Iero, you will make the dream come true, in that you will be in a band." I muttered to myself.
I may, or may not, have based Mrs Camelton on my current Advanced English... (shifty eyes) XD
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