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Gerard: Fuck, how quick did last summer go? I walk up the cold school steps, prepareed for my final term here in this dump. And great. A whole load of juniours are joining Mikey's year. No doubt he'll have some new pally brought home each day, how is that kid so popular?! Catching up with Ray and Bob in the hall, I noticed Mikey already scampering to his formroom to meet the juniours. Freak.
Frank: I pull my jacket tighter round myself and tugging at the sleeves, trying to keep warm as I walk towards the school. I hate school, its like hell in reality. All I can think about is the girls, and I fucking hope theres no bastards here who will pick up on the small things about me. I fucking hate it.
G: Opening my locker, I take a once over in the tiny mirror in there and gasp. Since when did I forget eyeliner?! Jesus. I quickly apply the KOHL, ruffling my hair to give it that towsled 'come to bed' look before turning round to carry on talking to Bob. I can't remember where Ray said he got his ass to, probably a lesson, for some reason he still thinks it's cool bagging the first seats in there. 'So, will Mr. Way be on the lookout for any hot juniour guys to perv on?' He says giggling slightly.
'Whatever. Just because I'm one of the only gays in the year does not mean I'll start perving on the younguns.'
'I suppose, I mean, there's always Jeff, I hear he swings that way-'
'Ew NO!' There's a pause. 'How many juniours are coming again this term?'
F: I can hear people laughing around me and I roll my eyes as I head towards the form room. Its packed, kids sat on desks, talking and joking and I just head straight to the back of the room, sitting down in one of the seats there. Theres a bag there, but I kick it out of the way, I'm keeping this seat. The owner of the bag comes across and instead of being pissed at me, just grins and sits in the seat next to me. 'Hey.'
'Hey.'
'I'm Mikey.'
'Frank.' I see a girl staring at me from across the room. A quick glance and I smile at her, seeing her blush before grinning back. She's got long legs and brown, almost black hair. She's not emo or gothic, but she's close. She gives a litle wave and I turn back to Mikey.
'Right, come on gay boy, class is in five minutes.' I sigh, grabbing my books out my locker and stuffing them in my bag. I look up from the floor and see Bob biting his lip ring at some new girl in the hall that just so happened to drop her books right in his view. Oh and guess what. She's wearing on of the shortest I've ever seen. Coincidence huh. Slut. I stand up and whack Bob over the head with my sketch pad, knocking him out of his trance.
'She's not worth it. You'll get your girl eventually, but dude, not her.' He nods dissapointedly and we walk to our class, joining Ray in the middle row, me taking my usual place by the window to start doodling.
Form was interesting, by the time the teacher got here, it was half way through and no one noticed him come in. Fair enough everyone went to their seats, politely, but I could see them texting beneath the desks as he spoke. The girl from earlier was sat in front of me and she hands me her phone, set to adding a new contact. I put my name in and send a text to my phone from hers, saving her number...Marie. She smiles back at me, and I flash her a grin as Mikey stares at me. 'Now that has to be a record.'
'What does?' I already saved his number. Mikey Way. Reminds me of chocolate.
'Getting a girl that quick.'
'Oh.'
'Dude. Dude. Gerard!' Ray nudges me hard in the ribs, causing me to yelp and sit up sharply. What? 'What is it?'
'What the hell are you doing?'
'Drawing- oh.' Shit, what even is that? I've been scribbling so hard, I've barely noticed what I'm doing, let alone Ray's curious look next to me. On the page was an upsidedown top hat, with the word 'FAGGOT!' repeatedly scrawled so they came flooding out the hat on to the page. Faggot. Faggot faggot faggot. I shove my sketchpad off my desk and into my bag, taking out a blank sheet of file paper and ignoring Ray's shoulder taps and whispers of 'What the hell?' or 'You're not.' I am. It's fucking true. I was really glad to see they got the word cleaned off my locker from last year, though I know it won't be long before that returns.
'Uh, Frank, this might sound crazy, but you wanna come round sometime this week?'
'You aren't a fag are you?'
'No.'
'Then, sure.' I smile at him, laughing when I see his face. 'Bad experiences.' I explain softly, seeing his face screw up, even more confused. 'This guy, my 'friend' invited me round, and practically tried to rape me.'
'As in...?'
'Yeah. He was all normal and friendly, next thing I know, he was on top of me, kissing me, undoing my trousers and- Why am I telling you this?' He shrugs. 'Beats me. But carry on.' Theres something about him. So trustworthy, like I can tell him anything.
I carried on, getting into my story, explaining how he had like temper problems, and I was pushing him away, screaming at him to get off me. But he got angry and stripped me. I ran at the first opportunity, but he chased me and pinned me to a wall...I shiver at the memories, Mikeys voice dragging me back to reality and making me wonder why I told him.
'Jesus...did you tell anyone?'
'No...you can't tell anyone, yeah?'
'Not even my brother?'
'No.'
I can hear it everywhere. 'Faggot. Faggend. Fag.' Whispered down the halls, all of it. I'm lucky Bob and Ray stick by me, they always had, shrugging off the 'witty' insults that they're my groupies or something. I love those guys. Returning to my locker, sure enough, another remark is scribbled on it. Original. 'Gerard Way Will Suck Your Dick For Loose Change.' So I'm a whore now. I sigh and slam my locker open to hide my blush. Not many people see me embarrassed, or really upset, only Mikey I guess, and he's probably off making friends so I have no one to talk to really. His locker is near mine, so I thought I'd stick around for him, leaving Ray and Bob to carry on to their next lessons. I wait, then figuring he isn't coming, look at the clock. 10:14. I'm late. Fuck. I see my sketchbook in my bag poking out at me and smile slightly, I never liked RS anyway. Going up to the artroom, I sit down And open it, starting to draw once more.
I've already got a small crowd of people around me and I can see the older kids raising their eyebrows at me. I can't help but feel like I'm going to cry. No one here knows who I am really. If they saw the scars, or found out about my past they would probably shove me away, but here I am, 10.14, making out with Marie. I see a guy walk past towards the Art Room, watching us with a weird look on his face as he passes, before running off. He had eyeliner on and looked familiar... I hadn't seen him already had I?
Alone. At last. The art room, to me, is my sanctuary. I don't know why, but whrndvrr I'm here, I feel like no one can hurt me. It's because no one really understands why I spend so damn long in here. I hate it here. Every day is a living hell, I get such torment for it, so up here feels like a second home almost. I run my fingers along the paper, then opening a tray of paint, dip my brush insome water to carry on with an older painting. It's weird. I feel so much calmer when I'm painting. If only other people would understand.
Mikey saved me a seat in lesson, and I sneak in when the teachers back is turned. Either he doesn't notice, or keeps quiet, but I get away with it. Mikey is grinning at me, holding back a laugh. 'What?' He points at my face and I pull out a mirror, worried. I laugh myself before wiping away all the red lipstick smeared around my lips.
How long have I been here? Fuck me it's nearly 11 o'clock, the juniours should be coming in for their art lesson soon, I know this, Mikey often sits with me when I'm in here at the same time. He probably won't today, he won't want to be seen dead with his 'creepy older brother.' I carry on painting, cleaning my brush and watching the colours slowly drain red into the sink.
When we reach next lesson theres already someone in there washing some brushes at the sink. He turns as we walk in, and I recognise him as the same guy as earlier. I don't notice Mikey wave from beside me before we sit at a desk. The guys in front of me are looking back at the person at the back, laughing and pointing at him.
Oh great. I wave back at Mikey and walk back to my book, seeing the paint is dry. I turn a new page and pull out a pencil, ignoring the geering junious, Christ do they ever give up?! 'Mikey, you're not seriously sitting with THAT, are you?!' One kid says. Nice. I'm a 'that' now. Just 'ignore it, Gerard. I look up subtly to see Mikey chatting to some short kid. Who is he? Hmm... Gerard he's staring at you, for gods sake look away! Shit.
Why is he staring at me? He looks away quickly and I can't help but look at what he's doing. He's drawing, and they're good. I can see paint smeared across his nose and I laugh slightly, the corners of my mouth lifting. He ... fascinates me. Marie walks over to us halfway through the lesson, grinning at me and leaning forwards for a quick kiss. When I say quick.... When we pull back, Mikeys talking to the person who was drawing. Marie reaches forwards, ripping the sketchpab from under his hands causing him to do a lonv dark line straight down his page.
'Can I have that back please?' I mumble quietly, not lifting mygazr from the desk.
'What was that faggot?'
'He said give it back Marie.' Thanks. It's great to know I have to get my little brother to stick up for me.
'I wasn't asking you. I was questioning the fag.'
'He is not, just shut the hell up!'
'Well 'what's all that on his locker then, Gerard Way will suck your dick for loose change?' The whole class erupt with laughter. If there was ever a moment where you wanted to curl up and die, now would be it.
'Just give him his book back.'
'You know what, I don't think I will. Here, Frank!' She throws it to the boy once talking to Mikey who looks lost. Obviously new. Oh great. Fucking brilliant.
It takes a moment til I react, my heart goes out to him, but he's fucking gay. Ever since that night I've hated fags. I grin at Marie, flicking through the book. Its absolutely amazing, but I see the class looking at.me expectantly. 'Can I have it back, please?' 'Um....no.' The teachers left the room and I stand up on the desk. 'What are these?' Amazing sketches of some guy. 'Your boyfriend? And...' A watercolour of a lake. 'The place you want to die? Soon?' Shut up Frank, keep it nice. Shit, that hurt you. But memories come back, hitting me like the time- forget it, that will be another story for Mikey. I jump off the desk, putting my face to yours. 'Is that all you fags can do? Draw? Cos you sure as hell can't do anything else normal. You're sickening. I. Hate. People. Like. You.' Bell goes and I walk out, tossing the book in the bin as I pass.
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Gerard: Fuck, how quick did last summer go? I walk up the cold school steps, prepareed for my final term here in this dump. And great. A whole load of juniours are joining Mikey's year. No doubt he'll have some new pally brought home each day, how is that kid so popular?! Catching up with Ray and Bob in the hall, I noticed Mikey already scampering to his formroom to meet the juniours. Freak.
Frank: I pull my jacket tighter round myself and tugging at the sleeves, trying to keep warm as I walk towards the school. I hate school, its like hell in reality. All I can think about is the girls, and I fucking hope theres no bastards here who will pick up on the small things about me. I fucking hate it.
G: Opening my locker, I take a once over in the tiny mirror in there and gasp. Since when did I forget eyeliner?! Jesus. I quickly apply the KOHL, ruffling my hair to give it that towsled 'come to bed' look before turning round to carry on talking to Bob. I can't remember where Ray said he got his ass to, probably a lesson, for some reason he still thinks it's cool bagging the first seats in there. 'So, will Mr. Way be on the lookout for any hot juniour guys to perv on?' He says giggling slightly.
'Whatever. Just because I'm one of the only gays in the year does not mean I'll start perving on the younguns.'
'I suppose, I mean, there's always Jeff, I hear he swings that way-'
'Ew NO!' There's a pause. 'How many juniours are coming again this term?'
F: I can hear people laughing around me and I roll my eyes as I head towards the form room. Its packed, kids sat on desks, talking and joking and I just head straight to the back of the room, sitting down in one of the seats there. Theres a bag there, but I kick it out of the way, I'm keeping this seat. The owner of the bag comes across and instead of being pissed at me, just grins and sits in the seat next to me. 'Hey.'
'Hey.'
'I'm Mikey.'
'Frank.' I see a girl staring at me from across the room. A quick glance and I smile at her, seeing her blush before grinning back. She's got long legs and brown, almost black hair. She's not emo or gothic, but she's close. She gives a litle wave and I turn back to Mikey.
'Right, come on gay boy, class is in five minutes.' I sigh, grabbing my books out my locker and stuffing them in my bag. I look up from the floor and see Bob biting his lip ring at some new girl in the hall that just so happened to drop her books right in his view. Oh and guess what. She's wearing on of the shortest I've ever seen. Coincidence huh. Slut. I stand up and whack Bob over the head with my sketch pad, knocking him out of his trance.
'She's not worth it. You'll get your girl eventually, but dude, not her.' He nods dissapointedly and we walk to our class, joining Ray in the middle row, me taking my usual place by the window to start doodling.
Form was interesting, by the time the teacher got here, it was half way through and no one noticed him come in. Fair enough everyone went to their seats, politely, but I could see them texting beneath the desks as he spoke. The girl from earlier was sat in front of me and she hands me her phone, set to adding a new contact. I put my name in and send a text to my phone from hers, saving her number...Marie. She smiles back at me, and I flash her a grin as Mikey stares at me. 'Now that has to be a record.'
'What does?' I already saved his number. Mikey Way. Reminds me of chocolate.
'Getting a girl that quick.'
'Oh.'
'Dude. Dude. Gerard!' Ray nudges me hard in the ribs, causing me to yelp and sit up sharply. What? 'What is it?'
'What the hell are you doing?'
'Drawing- oh.' Shit, what even is that? I've been scribbling so hard, I've barely noticed what I'm doing, let alone Ray's curious look next to me. On the page was an upsidedown top hat, with the word 'FAGGOT!' repeatedly scrawled so they came flooding out the hat on to the page. Faggot. Faggot faggot faggot. I shove my sketchpad off my desk and into my bag, taking out a blank sheet of file paper and ignoring Ray's shoulder taps and whispers of 'What the hell?' or 'You're not.' I am. It's fucking true. I was really glad to see they got the word cleaned off my locker from last year, though I know it won't be long before that returns.
'Uh, Frank, this might sound crazy, but you wanna come round sometime this week?'
'You aren't a fag are you?'
'No.'
'Then, sure.' I smile at him, laughing when I see his face. 'Bad experiences.' I explain softly, seeing his face screw up, even more confused. 'This guy, my 'friend' invited me round, and practically tried to rape me.'
'As in...?'
'Yeah. He was all normal and friendly, next thing I know, he was on top of me, kissing me, undoing my trousers and- Why am I telling you this?' He shrugs. 'Beats me. But carry on.' Theres something about him. So trustworthy, like I can tell him anything.
I carried on, getting into my story, explaining how he had like temper problems, and I was pushing him away, screaming at him to get off me. But he got angry and stripped me. I ran at the first opportunity, but he chased me and pinned me to a wall...I shiver at the memories, Mikeys voice dragging me back to reality and making me wonder why I told him.
'Jesus...did you tell anyone?'
'No...you can't tell anyone, yeah?'
'Not even my brother?'
'No.'
I can hear it everywhere. 'Faggot. Faggend. Fag.' Whispered down the halls, all of it. I'm lucky Bob and Ray stick by me, they always had, shrugging off the 'witty' insults that they're my groupies or something. I love those guys. Returning to my locker, sure enough, another remark is scribbled on it. Original. 'Gerard Way Will Suck Your Dick For Loose Change.' So I'm a whore now. I sigh and slam my locker open to hide my blush. Not many people see me embarrassed, or really upset, only Mikey I guess, and he's probably off making friends so I have no one to talk to really. His locker is near mine, so I thought I'd stick around for him, leaving Ray and Bob to carry on to their next lessons. I wait, then figuring he isn't coming, look at the clock. 10:14. I'm late. Fuck. I see my sketchbook in my bag poking out at me and smile slightly, I never liked RS anyway. Going up to the artroom, I sit down And open it, starting to draw once more.
I've already got a small crowd of people around me and I can see the older kids raising their eyebrows at me. I can't help but feel like I'm going to cry. No one here knows who I am really. If they saw the scars, or found out about my past they would probably shove me away, but here I am, 10.14, making out with Marie. I see a guy walk past towards the Art Room, watching us with a weird look on his face as he passes, before running off. He had eyeliner on and looked familiar... I hadn't seen him already had I?
Alone. At last. The art room, to me, is my sanctuary. I don't know why, but whrndvrr I'm here, I feel like no one can hurt me. It's because no one really understands why I spend so damn long in here. I hate it here. Every day is a living hell, I get such torment for it, so up here feels like a second home almost. I run my fingers along the paper, then opening a tray of paint, dip my brush insome water to carry on with an older painting. It's weird. I feel so much calmer when I'm painting. If only other people would understand.
Mikey saved me a seat in lesson, and I sneak in when the teachers back is turned. Either he doesn't notice, or keeps quiet, but I get away with it. Mikey is grinning at me, holding back a laugh. 'What?' He points at my face and I pull out a mirror, worried. I laugh myself before wiping away all the red lipstick smeared around my lips.
How long have I been here? Fuck me it's nearly 11 o'clock, the juniours should be coming in for their art lesson soon, I know this, Mikey often sits with me when I'm in here at the same time. He probably won't today, he won't want to be seen dead with his 'creepy older brother.' I carry on painting, cleaning my brush and watching the colours slowly drain red into the sink.
When we reach next lesson theres already someone in there washing some brushes at the sink. He turns as we walk in, and I recognise him as the same guy as earlier. I don't notice Mikey wave from beside me before we sit at a desk. The guys in front of me are looking back at the person at the back, laughing and pointing at him.
Oh great. I wave back at Mikey and walk back to my book, seeing the paint is dry. I turn a new page and pull out a pencil, ignoring the geering junious, Christ do they ever give up?! 'Mikey, you're not seriously sitting with THAT, are you?!' One kid says. Nice. I'm a 'that' now. Just 'ignore it, Gerard. I look up subtly to see Mikey chatting to some short kid. Who is he? Hmm... Gerard he's staring at you, for gods sake look away! Shit.
Why is he staring at me? He looks away quickly and I can't help but look at what he's doing. He's drawing, and they're good. I can see paint smeared across his nose and I laugh slightly, the corners of my mouth lifting. He ... fascinates me. Marie walks over to us halfway through the lesson, grinning at me and leaning forwards for a quick kiss. When I say quick.... When we pull back, Mikeys talking to the person who was drawing. Marie reaches forwards, ripping the sketchpab from under his hands causing him to do a lonv dark line straight down his page.
'Can I have that back please?' I mumble quietly, not lifting mygazr from the desk.
'What was that faggot?'
'He said give it back Marie.' Thanks. It's great to know I have to get my little brother to stick up for me.
'I wasn't asking you. I was questioning the fag.'
'He is not, just shut the hell up!'
'Well 'what's all that on his locker then, Gerard Way will suck your dick for loose change?' The whole class erupt with laughter. If there was ever a moment where you wanted to curl up and die, now would be it.
'Just give him his book back.'
'You know what, I don't think I will. Here, Frank!' She throws it to the boy once talking to Mikey who looks lost. Obviously new. Oh great. Fucking brilliant.
It takes a moment til I react, my heart goes out to him, but he's fucking gay. Ever since that night I've hated fags. I grin at Marie, flicking through the book. Its absolutely amazing, but I see the class looking at.me expectantly. 'Can I have it back, please?' 'Um....no.' The teachers left the room and I stand up on the desk. 'What are these?' Amazing sketches of some guy. 'Your boyfriend? And...' A watercolour of a lake. 'The place you want to die? Soon?' Shut up Frank, keep it nice. Shit, that hurt you. But memories come back, hitting me like the time- forget it, that will be another story for Mikey. I jump off the desk, putting my face to yours. 'Is that all you fags can do? Draw? Cos you sure as hell can't do anything else normal. You're sickening. I. Hate. People. Like. You.' Bell goes and I walk out, tossing the book in the bin as I pass.
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