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Gerard’s point of view...

“GERARD! MIKEY! GET UP NOW! WE HAVE A FAMILY COMING OVER IN 20 MINUITES SO GET READY! AND NO EMO CLOTHES!” Paula shouted through the door “AND DON’T FORGET TO TAKE YOUR MEDS GERARD!”

Great. What a great start to the day.

“I won’t. I have been taking them since I was 11. I’m not gonna forget Paula! And I don’t wear emo clothes…” I said slightly quieter than she had.

There was no point in me even getting up to be introduced to the families that were coming around. No one wanted some sad apparent ‘emo’ kid who was very bi- polar… they all wanted the cute little girls and the sweet little boys… not the troubled teenager.

I sighed and pulled myself out of my warm yet uncomfortable bed and walked over to my wardrobe. No emo clothes… Hrm. Could be a problem. I had cut up all my ‘normal’ clothes after I had been beaten up at school. They told me that I should just pretend to be someone I’m not and they would leave me alone. I didn’t want to be someone I’m not. I hate going to a catholic school. I want to move to Bellville middle school. It seems a lot nicer there.
“Mikey… I would get up… Paula will get really angry!” I said standing on the first step of our bunk bed and poking him in the cheek.

“Merh… well… I think that today is the day someone finally adopts us!” he said still with his eyes closed.
“I’m liking the optimism Mikey… but we have been in here since we were two and mum decided to top herself and dad got drunk and drowned. I don’t care. Not long and you can leave and come live with me eh?!” he said yawning. This was why I needed my meds.
“Mmhm. I guess. Sometimes it’s just nice to try and kid myself that I’m wanted…” he said sighing sadly,
I pulled on my back flag hoodie and skinnies and popped two pills in my mouth and swallowed. Then I brushed my teeth, ran a hand through my long messy hair and quickly put some eyeliner on.

And Mikey did the same only wearing his favourite anthrax bands tee and his geeky glasses that everyone teased him for.
“GERARD! MIKEY! COME ON DOWN PLEASE! THE IERO’S ARE HERE!” Paula shouted up the stairs. Well… this will be interesting...

We walked down the stairs scuffing my beat up converse as I came into view of the family.

There was a woman stood there holding hands with a man and then next to them was a teenage boy who looked about my age. He had black hair that was hiding his face and he was staring at the tiled floor. He didn’t really look like he was very comfortable here…

“Gerard and Mikey, will you please step inside the office the iero’s have been waiting for you to get up!” Paula said scowling as she opened the door and beckoned us forward.


We sat on one side of the table and the family sat on the other side. Nothing new here. I had done this more times than I can ever remember. And every time I had been shoved back in the pile.

Only two more years and I can leave.

“Hi, I am Linda iero and this is Steve. And this is my son frank.” She said pointing to each of them, Steve said hi but frank just looked down still hidden behind his hair. “Frank say hello please.”

He just looked up, one hazel eye peeped through the thick curtain of hair. “Hi.” He mumbled very quietly.

“Nice hoodie frank… you like the misfits? I said gesturing to his hoodie I had spotted when I was at the top of the stairs.

“Love them!” he said a little louder than necessary and then blushed.

Mikey was very quiet during the whole of this, and with him being my brother I knew that something was up straight away, he had once told me that he didn’t like saying anything in case he said the wrong thing and they didn’t like him.

The rest of the interview went well… right up until the very end…

“Okay then, that’s all… now… is there something you would like to tell the iero’s?” Paula piped up… she had to go and spoil it.

“No…” I said looking down.

“Gerard… be truthful please” she snapped.

“FINE! IM BI-POLAR! THERE ARE YOU HAPPY PAULA? THANK YOU! YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN. WRECKED MY CHANCES. IM A BI-POLAR KID WHO GETS ANGRY, AND HATES ALL THIS.” I shouted but then my anger turned into tears and I ran out the room crying, straight past Mikey who just sat there looking shocked, straight past all the other nosy kids that were laughing at me.

I threw myself onto my bed and just let myself cry. I was fed up. It was going fine until Paula made me tell them. I hate her. I HATE her.

I sat up still crying and I pulled my notepad and pencils towards me, then I switched on my stereo and played run to the hills by iron maiden as loud as it would go…


THERES THE NEXT CHAPTER:D
-EBONY XO[//]