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Chapter 3
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Snowdrop stormed into her English class and sat at her table. At the beginning of the year there were allowed to those who and with they sat, snowdrop chose to sit my herself at the back. She headed to her table and started to unpack her stuff. It didn’t matter that the lesson didn’t start for another 10 minutes she’d just sit there and draw like she normally did.
The Bell rang and people started filling in for the lesson, most of the people were talking to each other and sitting at the front away from her. Snowdrop groaned she hated loud noises, and big crowds, even more when they were mixed together! She sighed, she knew she was anti-social but she couldn’t help, she trusted no-one. Once everyone was settled down and in their seats, the teacher strode in. Not walked, strode like he was king of the world. He was so full of himself and constantly and only picked on Snowdrop. And his nickname for her was pathetic. “Snowy”. Well Isa & Mikes called her “Snows” but she didn’t mind that they where her friends but Mr Clarityn on the other hand. Mr Clarityn or Mr C as the other kids called him, because he favoured the rest of them and they loved him, was just about to call out the register when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in” boomed Mr C in his deep voice and a pupil walked in. Instantly Snowdrop recognised who it was. With black hair and pale skin tone it was Mikey’s brother, Gerard.”Ahh you must be the new kid” Mr C practically shouted at Gerard “Well don’t be shy lad stand at the front of the class and introduce yourself”. Gerard stood at the front blushing and Snowdrop almost felt kinda sorry for him. The girls in the front row where craning then necks forward and smiling their false smiles at him. “I’m um Gee, err, Gerard Way, my brother is Mikey Way and I’m just um moved here from California”. Snowdrop nodded impressed, she’d always wanted to visit California.”I don’t want your whole life story lad!” laughed Mr C. “know let’s find you a place to sit” he scanned the room and noticed not the three empty tables at the back, but the space next to Snowdrop. “Ahh theirs a space free next to Snowy there, you sit yourself there”. Gerard nodded and followed Mr C’s instructions and sat next to Snowdrop.
Gerard sat on the chair and pulled his books out, once the girls had stopped staring at him, and turned round to listen to what Mr C was saying, he leaned in to Snowdrops ear and whispered. “Hey Snowy”. She turned round and glared at him. “Fuck off”. Gerard grinned “what seems to be your problem Snowdrop, that’s the only thing you’ve said to me yet”. “I said Fuck off”. Laughing to himself he said “Fine”, and then started sketching in the back of his book. Snowdrop looked over, if he continued not paying attention like this he was going to get slayed by Mr C, she looked at his work and mentally gasped. His drawings were amazing, she’d seen some of Mikey’s work but she never knew he got it from his brother. It was amazing. Unfortunately Mr C didn’t think the same way. He was walking over to their desk and look at Gerard’s art. “What the hell is this crap boy?” he ripped the page out of the book and started tearing the drawing apart. Snowdrop could see the hatred and hurt in Gerard’s brown eyes. “Next time” growled Mr C. “PAY ATTENTION”. Mr C’s loud voice made everyone jump and turn round to face Gerard who glared at them back. Gerard closed his book and sat there in silence listening to Mr C’s lesson.
When the bell rang for the end of the lesson, Snowdrop crammed her stuff into her bag and practically ran out of the classroom. She could here footsteps behind her again. She knew who it was before she even looked. Gerard. “What lessons have you got next?” he asked sounding genuinely interested. “Biology, across the field, you?” she replied to him, there was no point being rude. He nodded “Same, I think I’m in your class, could you show me the way?” Snowdrop sighed and nodded and opened the door onto the field, which was a shortcut to the biology huts. As soon as she opened the door and stepped on to the top step, she felt the sharp rain hit her face and legs and she winced. Gerard was standing next to her and sighed. He took of his coat and held above his and Snowdrop’s head whilst smiling at her. Snowdrop was confused but smiled back, and walked across the wet and muddy field with him.
Once they’d had tried their best to get the mud of the bottom of their shoes, Gerard and Snowdrop walked into class together. Gerard was summoned to the front by the teacher, to decide where he should sit. She was hoping it would be by her again, but it was at the back, with a table full of retarded popular’s. Snowdrop sat there as she watched these girls chat Gerard up as he smiled and grinned, bigging himself up. Bastard, she though. Next to her Isabelle sighed. Snowdrop turned round to face her. “What’s up?” she asked. Isabelle just shook her head and refused to answer. Great thought Snowdrop, I’ve got an oversensitive friend dating a dick of a guy and his brother is such a fucking bastard. She rested her head on her hands.
The Bell rang and people started filling in for the lesson, most of the people were talking to each other and sitting at the front away from her. Snowdrop groaned she hated loud noises, and big crowds, even more when they were mixed together! She sighed, she knew she was anti-social but she couldn’t help, she trusted no-one. Once everyone was settled down and in their seats, the teacher strode in. Not walked, strode like he was king of the world. He was so full of himself and constantly and only picked on Snowdrop. And his nickname for her was pathetic. “Snowy”. Well Isa & Mikes called her “Snows” but she didn’t mind that they where her friends but Mr Clarityn on the other hand. Mr Clarityn or Mr C as the other kids called him, because he favoured the rest of them and they loved him, was just about to call out the register when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in” boomed Mr C in his deep voice and a pupil walked in. Instantly Snowdrop recognised who it was. With black hair and pale skin tone it was Mikey’s brother, Gerard.”Ahh you must be the new kid” Mr C practically shouted at Gerard “Well don’t be shy lad stand at the front of the class and introduce yourself”. Gerard stood at the front blushing and Snowdrop almost felt kinda sorry for him. The girls in the front row where craning then necks forward and smiling their false smiles at him. “I’m um Gee, err, Gerard Way, my brother is Mikey Way and I’m just um moved here from California”. Snowdrop nodded impressed, she’d always wanted to visit California.”I don’t want your whole life story lad!” laughed Mr C. “know let’s find you a place to sit” he scanned the room and noticed not the three empty tables at the back, but the space next to Snowdrop. “Ahh theirs a space free next to Snowy there, you sit yourself there”. Gerard nodded and followed Mr C’s instructions and sat next to Snowdrop.
Gerard sat on the chair and pulled his books out, once the girls had stopped staring at him, and turned round to listen to what Mr C was saying, he leaned in to Snowdrops ear and whispered. “Hey Snowy”. She turned round and glared at him. “Fuck off”. Gerard grinned “what seems to be your problem Snowdrop, that’s the only thing you’ve said to me yet”. “I said Fuck off”. Laughing to himself he said “Fine”, and then started sketching in the back of his book. Snowdrop looked over, if he continued not paying attention like this he was going to get slayed by Mr C, she looked at his work and mentally gasped. His drawings were amazing, she’d seen some of Mikey’s work but she never knew he got it from his brother. It was amazing. Unfortunately Mr C didn’t think the same way. He was walking over to their desk and look at Gerard’s art. “What the hell is this crap boy?” he ripped the page out of the book and started tearing the drawing apart. Snowdrop could see the hatred and hurt in Gerard’s brown eyes. “Next time” growled Mr C. “PAY ATTENTION”. Mr C’s loud voice made everyone jump and turn round to face Gerard who glared at them back. Gerard closed his book and sat there in silence listening to Mr C’s lesson.
When the bell rang for the end of the lesson, Snowdrop crammed her stuff into her bag and practically ran out of the classroom. She could here footsteps behind her again. She knew who it was before she even looked. Gerard. “What lessons have you got next?” he asked sounding genuinely interested. “Biology, across the field, you?” she replied to him, there was no point being rude. He nodded “Same, I think I’m in your class, could you show me the way?” Snowdrop sighed and nodded and opened the door onto the field, which was a shortcut to the biology huts. As soon as she opened the door and stepped on to the top step, she felt the sharp rain hit her face and legs and she winced. Gerard was standing next to her and sighed. He took of his coat and held above his and Snowdrop’s head whilst smiling at her. Snowdrop was confused but smiled back, and walked across the wet and muddy field with him.
Once they’d had tried their best to get the mud of the bottom of their shoes, Gerard and Snowdrop walked into class together. Gerard was summoned to the front by the teacher, to decide where he should sit. She was hoping it would be by her again, but it was at the back, with a table full of retarded popular’s. Snowdrop sat there as she watched these girls chat Gerard up as he smiled and grinned, bigging himself up. Bastard, she though. Next to her Isabelle sighed. Snowdrop turned round to face her. “What’s up?” she asked. Isabelle just shook her head and refused to answer. Great thought Snowdrop, I’ve got an oversensitive friend dating a dick of a guy and his brother is such a fucking bastard. She rested her head on her hands.
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