Had to repost this
I was really, really, really pissed at my parents. They were sending me to some dumbass boarding school because I tried to light Mikey on fire again. It wasn’t my fault he was so fucking flammable! The way I saw it, they were just sending me away so I would be someone else’s problem.
I slouched even deeper into my seat as the van that had been sent to pick me up – Yes, a fucking minivan – pulled onto the road that led to the school. We passed under a huge gate with the name of the school sculpted into it. Orange Grove. I snorted. What a stupid name for a school. i refused to look around as the car came to a stop and the driver got out and began to unload my things from the back of the van.
The driver opened the door for me when he had unpacked my things, meaning I absolutely had to get out. I was then led by the driver, who was now carrying my bags, through a door and into a large room. My shoes made a sharp clacking sound against the obnoxiously shiny floor. That shit looked like it was made out of a fucking mirror, that’s how bright it was.
A voice brought me out of my angst-ridden thoughts.
“Gerard Way?” A female voice said. I looked at her, a sarcastic tone instinctively taking over.
“No, I’m the cable guy” I responded, laughing inwardly at her startled expression. Much to my chagrin, she almost immediately regained her composure.
“Ray!” She called over her shoulder. A very tall boy with curly, disheveled hair came sauntering around the corner, a bored expression on his face.
“Yes, Mrs. Jones?” He asked.
“Please take Gerard Way on a tour of the school,” she said in a tone that seemed polite, but I wasn’t fooled. I could tell she could be a massive bitch if she needed to be. Ray sighed and signaled for me to follow him as he walked outside.
“The building we just left is the main office,” he said, walking along the building. “The rest of this building is the teacher’s quarters. The building across from us is the cafeteria and janitorial quarters. We have four full-time janitors. The building to the right of that is the dorm. Everyone shares a room with one other person. Boys are on the second floor, girls are on the third. The classrooms are in the building behind that.” There was the sound of hooves behind me, and we both turned to see a smaller, mud-covered boy leading a brown horse. Ray laughed.
“Aw, did Fwankie fall off again?” He said in a friendly yet teasing tone. The boy shot him a death glare before continuing on to what I assumed was a barn.
The ‘tour’ ended some time later, with Ray leading me to where my dorm was. The building, it turns out, was deceptively simple on the outside, for inside it was rather… well… fancy. The floors were made out of wood, as well as the pillars and spiral staircases. The large windows were covered by pastel curtains, which in turn covered the shutters. The walls were a soft green on the first floor and a pale grey on the third. I ran my hand along the slightly bumpy wall as we walked to a door, where Ray handed me a skeleton key, which I used to unlock the door.
The room was fairly big, with two twin-sized beds, each with dark blue sheets. The curtains matched the bedsheets, and the walls were a calming shade of light blue. The furniture was white and modern-looking, with a dresser on each side of the room and bedside table next to each of the beds. I noticed there were some posters taped to the walls on the right side of the room. The posters were a bunch of different bands and movie posters, as well as a few posters for books and plays. I also noticed a small bulletin board nailed into the wall with a few pictures on it. The pictures were all of a couple of kids who I assumed were brothers. They both looked incredibly similar.
I sighed and sank down onto the bed on the empty side of the room, before lying back with my knees hanging off. I still wasn’t sure if I would like it here or not, but I had felt my curiosity slowly take over from the defensiveness I had felt earlier. Now, I was ready to actually give this place a chance.
I had been in the room nearly an hour when a folded-up piece of paper was slipped under the door. I made the effort to walk to the door to pick it up, and looked at it. It was my schedule.
Period One- Math
Teacher: Mrs. Hansen
Period Two- History
Teacher: Mr. Mullens
Period Three- Drawing and Painting
Teacher: Mrs. McLoud
Period Four- Science
Teacher: Mr. O’Nelly
Period Five- English
Teacher: Ms. Crisp
Period Six- Home Economics
Teacher: Mrs. Stevens
Period Seven- Latin
Teacher: Mr. Oslon
Period Eight: Gym
Teacher: Mr. Bryans
Hmm, not all that bad. The school was set up so we had odd-numbered classes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and even-numbered classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I was still a little confused by that, but complaining wasn’t going to fix it.
My thoughts began to drift back to home. I wondered what my family was doing. Mom and Dad were probably chatting about something, and Mikey would either be at a friend’s house, studying, or playing video games. I really missed them. They always tried to understand, even if my new hobby was setting objects and people on fire.
I wondered if they missed me too. I know Mikey did, and Mom and Dad probably did. I didn’t have very many friends, but the ones I did have were really good ones. I wondered if they missed me as well.
I was shaken out of my thoughts by the sound of my roommate walking into the room, somewhat noisily.