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You Can Cry All You Want To
frank is changing schools. he is transferring to a school with a different type of student body. vampires. frank being bullied in his own school can only imagine what the vampires will think of him...
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The hazel eyes stared back at the boy through the mirror, causing anger, confusion and hurt in the subtle hues of colour reflecting. Crystalline tears built up and fell, cascading down onto the porcelain countertop, splashing and raining down on the white surface around them. The boys skin swelled and discoloured into painful tints of purples and blues. The one thing he didn't understand was why he was treated like this? Why they always seeked to quell their thirst for carnage on his flesh. Sure, he was different, but wasn't he allowed to be? He couldn't comprehend why everyone saught to hurt him. Even the man he called father would take a blow at him from time to time.
He used to be grateful of one thing though. He didn't go to the school with the vampires. If humans loved to see him in pain, he could only imagine what the vampires would do to him. He would be a smudge on the floor. The key word in the first sentence being used to. He could no longer feel that, as he was now being forced to change schools. His father had enrolled him in the school with the vampires. He didn't think he would survive school this time. He was just waiting for one to attack him. Bile filled his throat as he bolted for the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach into the cold porcelain bowl.
You may ask what had him so nervous. Well you see.
It was Frank's first day.
It was the first day of the end for little Frankie. The vampires would take one look at him and end his pointless existence. He had no idea of how they would end it. Maybe they would rip his throat out, or dismember him slowly. He wasn't sure but he knew that what ever it was it would be horrible. He hesitated before scuttling into his room to get ready. He pulled on his tight, ripped skinny jeans and misfits t-shirt before tugging on his chucks. Grabbing his Nightmare Before Christmas messenger bag, he ran out of the house before his father could get to him.
After an hour long walk he arrived outside the school. The large black iron gates loomed over him as he stared at his surroundings. The school was pristine white with perfectly trimmed hedges… was that a skeletal hand dangling out of the second story window? Shivers rocketed down Frank's spine as he forced open the gates, causing a painful screech to admit from the hinges. Stepping through he made his ascent up to the building that stood forebodingly in front of him hiding the nightmares within. Striding through the large deep red oak doors at the entrance, he tried in vain to avoid the stares directed towards him, the new kid. Those eyes tracing his every step, as he made his way to the principles office.
He arrived in the main office and walked over to the receptionist who looked to be about one hundred years old. Her skin was just plain wrinkles permanently set into a frown. Well wasn't that a warm welcoming sight lay before him. He timidly placed down his sheet of paper with his name onto the decaying desk before her and coughed as dust flew up and into his face from the surface. She raised one crinkled old hand directing him to the leather bound seats behind him. Cautiously meandering over he sat into one and felt it sink as though it were going to eat his thin frame. Jolting forward he opted to sit on the edge of the seat rather than becoming and old leather chair's breakfast. He drummed his fingers onto the arm of the chair waiting to be summoned into the principles office. Nerves clenched his stomach as time went on. He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to the hall and all of the eyes that had been on him. He hadn't really been looking at any of the people but he did wander if one of them had been a vampire, he had never seen one before. He wanted to, just so he had something to go off of when imagining what they would do to him.
He was yanked from his train of though we a chubby hand thudded onto his shoulder shaking his thin form slightly. Looking up the fat arm into the rounded cheery face before him he relaxed slightly in this mans presence.
"Come on in Frank" so this was the principle then. Well this made things a little better. Following the man into the room Frank let the door squeak closed behind them, before falling into another devouring leather chair. How many of these things did they have? He pondered to himself.
"Welcome to Belleview High school Frank, I am Mr. Kowosky" the principle chirped with a grin plastered to his chubby cheeks. This man kind of reminded frank of Santa. He almost fooled frank into believing that Belleview high was not a school where most of the students population met there miserable end… almost.
The principle eyed frank expectantly but soon realized that he was not going to get a word out of the timid boy. He sighed before putting his pudgy hand into the desk draw and pulling forth two slips of paper and laying them out onto the desk before frank.
"This is your Timetable and Map Frank, wouldn't want you getting lost now would we" he said with a kind smile. He knew that this boy was different, his skin pure white, so white he looked dead, and the intensity of his eyes. This boy was not what he thought he was. He would just let the boy work it out in this own time, he didn't want to scare him any more that he already was on his first day of school.
" You have a good day Frank" the principle chirped again as frank got to his feet gripping the two papers and heading out of the room. He walked past the decaying receptionist before hesitating, his hand on the golden knob of the door to the hall. He didn't want to go back out there but he knew he had to. Taking a deep encouraging breath he turned the knob and walked out. The very breath he had taken in hitched as his eyes meet those of a boy walking down the center of the hall, causing all of the humans to part to make way for his gang and him. His incredibly hazel eyes met with franks. This boy was the best thing Frank had ever seen. But at the same time a chill of fear shot through Frank at what the boy was.
A vampire.
He used to be grateful of one thing though. He didn't go to the school with the vampires. If humans loved to see him in pain, he could only imagine what the vampires would do to him. He would be a smudge on the floor. The key word in the first sentence being used to. He could no longer feel that, as he was now being forced to change schools. His father had enrolled him in the school with the vampires. He didn't think he would survive school this time. He was just waiting for one to attack him. Bile filled his throat as he bolted for the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach into the cold porcelain bowl.
You may ask what had him so nervous. Well you see.
It was Frank's first day.
It was the first day of the end for little Frankie. The vampires would take one look at him and end his pointless existence. He had no idea of how they would end it. Maybe they would rip his throat out, or dismember him slowly. He wasn't sure but he knew that what ever it was it would be horrible. He hesitated before scuttling into his room to get ready. He pulled on his tight, ripped skinny jeans and misfits t-shirt before tugging on his chucks. Grabbing his Nightmare Before Christmas messenger bag, he ran out of the house before his father could get to him.
After an hour long walk he arrived outside the school. The large black iron gates loomed over him as he stared at his surroundings. The school was pristine white with perfectly trimmed hedges… was that a skeletal hand dangling out of the second story window? Shivers rocketed down Frank's spine as he forced open the gates, causing a painful screech to admit from the hinges. Stepping through he made his ascent up to the building that stood forebodingly in front of him hiding the nightmares within. Striding through the large deep red oak doors at the entrance, he tried in vain to avoid the stares directed towards him, the new kid. Those eyes tracing his every step, as he made his way to the principles office.
He arrived in the main office and walked over to the receptionist who looked to be about one hundred years old. Her skin was just plain wrinkles permanently set into a frown. Well wasn't that a warm welcoming sight lay before him. He timidly placed down his sheet of paper with his name onto the decaying desk before her and coughed as dust flew up and into his face from the surface. She raised one crinkled old hand directing him to the leather bound seats behind him. Cautiously meandering over he sat into one and felt it sink as though it were going to eat his thin frame. Jolting forward he opted to sit on the edge of the seat rather than becoming and old leather chair's breakfast. He drummed his fingers onto the arm of the chair waiting to be summoned into the principles office. Nerves clenched his stomach as time went on. He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to the hall and all of the eyes that had been on him. He hadn't really been looking at any of the people but he did wander if one of them had been a vampire, he had never seen one before. He wanted to, just so he had something to go off of when imagining what they would do to him.
He was yanked from his train of though we a chubby hand thudded onto his shoulder shaking his thin form slightly. Looking up the fat arm into the rounded cheery face before him he relaxed slightly in this mans presence.
"Come on in Frank" so this was the principle then. Well this made things a little better. Following the man into the room Frank let the door squeak closed behind them, before falling into another devouring leather chair. How many of these things did they have? He pondered to himself.
"Welcome to Belleview High school Frank, I am Mr. Kowosky" the principle chirped with a grin plastered to his chubby cheeks. This man kind of reminded frank of Santa. He almost fooled frank into believing that Belleview high was not a school where most of the students population met there miserable end… almost.
The principle eyed frank expectantly but soon realized that he was not going to get a word out of the timid boy. He sighed before putting his pudgy hand into the desk draw and pulling forth two slips of paper and laying them out onto the desk before frank.
"This is your Timetable and Map Frank, wouldn't want you getting lost now would we" he said with a kind smile. He knew that this boy was different, his skin pure white, so white he looked dead, and the intensity of his eyes. This boy was not what he thought he was. He would just let the boy work it out in this own time, he didn't want to scare him any more that he already was on his first day of school.
" You have a good day Frank" the principle chirped again as frank got to his feet gripping the two papers and heading out of the room. He walked past the decaying receptionist before hesitating, his hand on the golden knob of the door to the hall. He didn't want to go back out there but he knew he had to. Taking a deep encouraging breath he turned the knob and walked out. The very breath he had taken in hitched as his eyes meet those of a boy walking down the center of the hall, causing all of the humans to part to make way for his gang and him. His incredibly hazel eyes met with franks. This boy was the best thing Frank had ever seen. But at the same time a chill of fear shot through Frank at what the boy was.
A vampire.
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