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he knew each tear before it came.
4 reviewsGerard moves to a new school and he meets a boy. An annoying self-centered jerk, Frank. But he finds himself strangly attracted to him...
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NOTE: I'm still writing my other story 'I can't stop the rain, but i can stop the tears' but i have been writing this for a while... hope you like it!! BTW i keep using the phrase 'erupted with laughter' .. I dont mean to O.O so sorry if I keep using it in this story:/
Gerards POV.
First day at a new school today. Great. The last school i went to, i was beaten up and looked down on, everybody had low expectations of me... Basically, it sucked. I know this school will be the same. I usually get teased because of the way i look.. Black hair which i usually backcombe, with a deep crimson patch at the back, eyeliner - usually black, but occasionly red - band t-shirts, skinniy jeans and converse or doc martins. yeah. I was the weird kid. So, right now i'm sat in my mums filthy car. My mum and dad slit 2 months ago, i've been living with my mum, but unfortunatly, my best friend and brother Mikey is currently staying with my asshole father. I can't stand him. He is absolutly horrible. All he cares about is his work and his 'perfect' son, Mikey. So me and mymum moved away, resulting in a new school for me. I looked out the wondow and watched as loads of trees, wierd looking animals and houses merged into one big spiral, it was weird living in the 'countryside' or whatever you want to call it. We used to live in a city, well, a city type thing. 'Here we are, Gerard honey. WIll you be okay? Do you want me to walk you in?' My mum pulled up outside an old victorian-style building. Hundreds of kids wearing the same uniform as me marched through the fates and up the steps leading to my new school. It was weird wearing uniform, at my old school we could wear whatever we liked. In fact, at most schools people could wear what the fuck they wanted, but this school was different. I let out a long and troubled sigh, before replying, 'No thank you mum, i'll be fine.' I got out the door and slammed it shut. I then stumbled across some gravel and opened a heavy wooden door, i peered inside and everyone was crowded around one particular locker. I dared a quick glance and noticed a small boy with black hair, stretchers and some face piercings, standing in front of it with his arms crossed and a very angry expression on his face. On the locker - his i presume - people had graffitied 'EMO' 'FAGGOT' and 'GO SLIT YOUR WRISTS AND DIE'. Ouch. Poor kid. But I better not get involved. Not on my first day. Not ever. I followed some signs and finally entered a small room hat red 'Principals Office'. 'Hllo, you must be... Gerard Way?' A tall man with no hair and glasses asked,
'um, yeah, that's me...'
'Oh, welcome to Belleville High! I am Mr. Cann, your head master. If you have any troubles, you can come to me.' He smiled, then shook my hand.
'Erm, thanks,' I mumbled. Just then, the smile vanished from his face. 'What in the name of God are you wearing!?' i looked down at my clothes. I was wearing what everyone else was wearing, white shirt and a black jumper... Also my black skinnies and black & white converse. 'Clothes,' i shrugged.
'these,' he growled, pointing at my jeans, 'and these,' Now pointing at my shoes, 'Are NOT part of uniform. Get it sorted by the end of the week.' Pfft. Yeah right. 'Now, here is your timetable. You have maths first, then english, then double art, then chemistry, and finally history. Okay? Good. Now off you go,' He then shooed me out the door. Even the principal hates me.And i;ve only been here half hour. At least i have double art today! I absolutly adore art, it realxes me. I speed-walked down the the once busy corridors. Everybody was in there lessons now, i looked around and spotted the locker everybody had crowded round earlier. There was a not stuck to it, and i couldnt help but go over and read it.
whoever touches my locker again, i will pesonally KILL. Stay the fuck away, assholes!! - Frank.
I remembered some of the school rules, "No death threats or you WILL be punished. Ma result in exlusion.". I tore te note off the locker, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash. I know what it's like to get picked on. And fighting back only gets you into trobule. This Frank kid deserves better. I scanned each room carefully and finally came across 'Mrs Copes Math Room'. As i entered, the class fell silent. 'Hello, Gerard isn't it? Go sit at the back please. Theres a maths and textbook on your desk, page 47, get started straight away. if you don't finish up to question 13, you have a breaktime detention. Got it??' I opened my mouth but no words came out. THis was a lot stricter than my old school. At last, I nodded and went to my seat. I sat down and some guy with short blondish-whitish hair turned around, 'Whats your name?' He grinned, almost too politly,
'Erm, Gerard,' I replied, opening my textbook.
'Cool, where are you from?'
'Er.. Belleville... I just moved away from some other place,' I mumbled.
'Oh, i'm rfom New York! My names Rob!'
'Awesome,' He thenstarted sniggering, i dont really understand what he's laughing about. Oh well.
It's break now. Eveywhere I went, people would start chuckling at me. It's doing my head in. Then bell went and i grumpily slugged into art. Hopefully this'll cheer me up. 'I'm Gerard Way.' I snapped at my new teacher, and went and sat down. I heard a soft giggle from behind me. Arrgh. That is! I've had enough! 'what the fuck do you want?' I spat, while turning around. The boy who was giggling before looked startled, 'I... Sorry,' he muttered at last. he then got up and ripped something off my back. it was a piece of paper that read, 'IM GAY!!' on it. 'What the...' I started,
'I thught you knew it was there...' The boy tried to stop himself laughing again,
'If i knew it was there, i would of taken it off!!' I growled, then turned away from him. Wait a minute... Was that the guy that was getting picked on earlier? I quickly turned around ahain and stared. yep. It was him. Maybe there was a reason he got picked on so badly. Because he was a complete and utter twat. He then noticed at him and started laughing again, 'couldn't get enough of me, could you?' He winked. Arrgh. He's so full of himself. I rolled my eyes and turned away, yet again. 'Now class, today you have a free lesson. Draw whatever you want,' My art teacher, Ms. Baxter grinned. At least one thing in this day was going right. i got out my sketchbook and gently started to outline a zombie, then a vampire, then loads of humans running away in fear. I then started to gradually outline it more, then coloured it in. The zombie was browny-green, it had red eyes and its teeth were sunk into some dude who looked suspiciously like Frank, the annoying kid. 'Hey, is that ME?' Franks sprindly fingers traced the mini him.
'HEY! Get your flithy hands off my picture!!' I then did something totally out-of-character. I bit his finger. 'OW! What the fuck was that for?' He squealed, holding his hand to his chest in a protective position. 'I... Was pretending to be a zombie?' He looked confused for a moment, before erupting into uncontrollable laughter, 'shut your mouth!' I hissed.
'Frank Iero, Gerard Way, is there a problem?' Ms. Baxter grumbled,
'No miss.' we replied in unison.
'Your drawings really good,' Frank smiled weakly, then walked off. Grr.
So, PELASE R&R and i'll update quicker;)
was it too long, too short? and btw i didnt have much time to write it so i might've got some bits muddled up:S thankyou!
XO
Gerards POV.
First day at a new school today. Great. The last school i went to, i was beaten up and looked down on, everybody had low expectations of me... Basically, it sucked. I know this school will be the same. I usually get teased because of the way i look.. Black hair which i usually backcombe, with a deep crimson patch at the back, eyeliner - usually black, but occasionly red - band t-shirts, skinniy jeans and converse or doc martins. yeah. I was the weird kid. So, right now i'm sat in my mums filthy car. My mum and dad slit 2 months ago, i've been living with my mum, but unfortunatly, my best friend and brother Mikey is currently staying with my asshole father. I can't stand him. He is absolutly horrible. All he cares about is his work and his 'perfect' son, Mikey. So me and mymum moved away, resulting in a new school for me. I looked out the wondow and watched as loads of trees, wierd looking animals and houses merged into one big spiral, it was weird living in the 'countryside' or whatever you want to call it. We used to live in a city, well, a city type thing. 'Here we are, Gerard honey. WIll you be okay? Do you want me to walk you in?' My mum pulled up outside an old victorian-style building. Hundreds of kids wearing the same uniform as me marched through the fates and up the steps leading to my new school. It was weird wearing uniform, at my old school we could wear whatever we liked. In fact, at most schools people could wear what the fuck they wanted, but this school was different. I let out a long and troubled sigh, before replying, 'No thank you mum, i'll be fine.' I got out the door and slammed it shut. I then stumbled across some gravel and opened a heavy wooden door, i peered inside and everyone was crowded around one particular locker. I dared a quick glance and noticed a small boy with black hair, stretchers and some face piercings, standing in front of it with his arms crossed and a very angry expression on his face. On the locker - his i presume - people had graffitied 'EMO' 'FAGGOT' and 'GO SLIT YOUR WRISTS AND DIE'. Ouch. Poor kid. But I better not get involved. Not on my first day. Not ever. I followed some signs and finally entered a small room hat red 'Principals Office'. 'Hllo, you must be... Gerard Way?' A tall man with no hair and glasses asked,
'um, yeah, that's me...'
'Oh, welcome to Belleville High! I am Mr. Cann, your head master. If you have any troubles, you can come to me.' He smiled, then shook my hand.
'Erm, thanks,' I mumbled. Just then, the smile vanished from his face. 'What in the name of God are you wearing!?' i looked down at my clothes. I was wearing what everyone else was wearing, white shirt and a black jumper... Also my black skinnies and black & white converse. 'Clothes,' i shrugged.
'these,' he growled, pointing at my jeans, 'and these,' Now pointing at my shoes, 'Are NOT part of uniform. Get it sorted by the end of the week.' Pfft. Yeah right. 'Now, here is your timetable. You have maths first, then english, then double art, then chemistry, and finally history. Okay? Good. Now off you go,' He then shooed me out the door. Even the principal hates me.And i;ve only been here half hour. At least i have double art today! I absolutly adore art, it realxes me. I speed-walked down the the once busy corridors. Everybody was in there lessons now, i looked around and spotted the locker everybody had crowded round earlier. There was a not stuck to it, and i couldnt help but go over and read it.
whoever touches my locker again, i will pesonally KILL. Stay the fuck away, assholes!! - Frank.
I remembered some of the school rules, "No death threats or you WILL be punished. Ma result in exlusion.". I tore te note off the locker, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash. I know what it's like to get picked on. And fighting back only gets you into trobule. This Frank kid deserves better. I scanned each room carefully and finally came across 'Mrs Copes Math Room'. As i entered, the class fell silent. 'Hello, Gerard isn't it? Go sit at the back please. Theres a maths and textbook on your desk, page 47, get started straight away. if you don't finish up to question 13, you have a breaktime detention. Got it??' I opened my mouth but no words came out. THis was a lot stricter than my old school. At last, I nodded and went to my seat. I sat down and some guy with short blondish-whitish hair turned around, 'Whats your name?' He grinned, almost too politly,
'Erm, Gerard,' I replied, opening my textbook.
'Cool, where are you from?'
'Er.. Belleville... I just moved away from some other place,' I mumbled.
'Oh, i'm rfom New York! My names Rob!'
'Awesome,' He thenstarted sniggering, i dont really understand what he's laughing about. Oh well.
It's break now. Eveywhere I went, people would start chuckling at me. It's doing my head in. Then bell went and i grumpily slugged into art. Hopefully this'll cheer me up. 'I'm Gerard Way.' I snapped at my new teacher, and went and sat down. I heard a soft giggle from behind me. Arrgh. That is! I've had enough! 'what the fuck do you want?' I spat, while turning around. The boy who was giggling before looked startled, 'I... Sorry,' he muttered at last. he then got up and ripped something off my back. it was a piece of paper that read, 'IM GAY!!' on it. 'What the...' I started,
'I thught you knew it was there...' The boy tried to stop himself laughing again,
'If i knew it was there, i would of taken it off!!' I growled, then turned away from him. Wait a minute... Was that the guy that was getting picked on earlier? I quickly turned around ahain and stared. yep. It was him. Maybe there was a reason he got picked on so badly. Because he was a complete and utter twat. He then noticed at him and started laughing again, 'couldn't get enough of me, could you?' He winked. Arrgh. He's so full of himself. I rolled my eyes and turned away, yet again. 'Now class, today you have a free lesson. Draw whatever you want,' My art teacher, Ms. Baxter grinned. At least one thing in this day was going right. i got out my sketchbook and gently started to outline a zombie, then a vampire, then loads of humans running away in fear. I then started to gradually outline it more, then coloured it in. The zombie was browny-green, it had red eyes and its teeth were sunk into some dude who looked suspiciously like Frank, the annoying kid. 'Hey, is that ME?' Franks sprindly fingers traced the mini him.
'HEY! Get your flithy hands off my picture!!' I then did something totally out-of-character. I bit his finger. 'OW! What the fuck was that for?' He squealed, holding his hand to his chest in a protective position. 'I... Was pretending to be a zombie?' He looked confused for a moment, before erupting into uncontrollable laughter, 'shut your mouth!' I hissed.
'Frank Iero, Gerard Way, is there a problem?' Ms. Baxter grumbled,
'No miss.' we replied in unison.
'Your drawings really good,' Frank smiled weakly, then walked off. Grr.
So, PELASE R&R and i'll update quicker;)
was it too long, too short? and btw i didnt have much time to write it so i might've got some bits muddled up:S thankyou!
XO
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