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Day 1
"Hey, there chum" I say, sneaking into the registration period.
"Hey...you’re kinda late" He replies, good ol’Mikey.
"Just a bit" I retort.
I'm always late. I just like to lay in, the warmth and comfort of my bed. No place like it. Well apart chilling with Mikey here, in a word he is a legend. He is very smart, kind and rather defensive. I mean he is one of the only guys to stand up for me against bullies, him and the rest of the gang.
"Frankie, why are you always late?" He asks curiously.
"We go through this every day Mikey, I LOVE to lay in, why else would I be late?" I reply, with a question to him.
"Well ya'know...the bullies?” He said that last bit with a quieter voice so teachers wouldn’t start pestering us and asking questions like who, where, why and talk to those damned councillors.
“Haha don’t worry about’em, I can handle them” I said, with a fake smile and trying to seem like I can handle the situation, when obviously I can’t. I’m weak and feeble, I can’t fight. Truth is, I stay I bed later the bullies are already in school so I can get in without being harassed.
“If you say so Frankie ol’chum” He says mockingly. Now about this Mikey, he is about average height, as I said before very smart and kind, he enjoys maths… I know… WHAT THE HELL? But it’s different and that’s good, he’s not a clone. He wears his glasses, they don’t make him look goofy or nerdy, and they make him look better, more assertive, and more powerful. He wears a green day hoodie over his uniform; he doesn’t take it off unless he is told to by a teacher or someone. As for me, I wear a Misfits hoodie, no glasses, and my hair parted to the left, covering my left eye, I usually don’t notice it.
“Oh god…” Mikey says worryingly.
“What? What is it Mike?” I ask curiously.
He sighs “We have PE. Fucking great” He replies agitated.
“Oh shit, hmm don’t suppose you-”
He cuts in rather rudely “Bunk? Hell no, you know what happened last time we did, we got those after schools with Harry…remember?” He says in an effort to jog my memory.
“No…oh wait…yeah I remember, that dick who wouldn’t shut up but you being related to a vampire or some shit like that” I reply, so my memories not the best? So what? Not like I need it.
He sighs heavily and then goes all depressed “Yeah…” He said simply, with no emotion or empathy. Wow, Mikey depressed is like green day without Billie Joe Armstrong, just not right.
“Hey, hey, don’t worry, he’s not a vampire, neither are you, don’t worry about it” I say in an effort to cheer him up, he gave me a brief smile then turned away, creating a somewhat tension between us. I hate when I can’t help him, he just sits there, I try everything and it never works, he usually gets over it in his own time, by break he’ll be feeling fine. It’s kinda pathetic, how he can cheer me up whenever I am annoyed, angry, pissed off or just generally feeling down. For the rest of the 15 minutes we stay silent until the bell goes, then we leave walking awkwardly next to each other. He breaks off to go to his lesson and so do I.
Maths. Not much to know about this subject really, I suck balls at it. Its weird I’m in top set and Mikey’s in top. As I go through this dull hour I think how nice it would be if twats would leave me and Mikey alone and just fuck off, why can’t people accept people are different? They make us seem like monsters, we’re disowned. As I ponder through the lesson, before I know it the bell goes for second period, fucking great PE, where the bullies lay. In this subject I’m truly alone, another thing I suck at, and worst of all no friends, not even Mikey. So I gather my stuff, slump it into my rucksack and carry on, slowly walking to my lesson.
I arrive and ponder into the gym changing rooms. Good. No dicks yet, lets find the teacher and tell him I have ‘forgotten’ my kit, basically its at home at the bottom of my wardrobe and I just leave it there, gets me out of PE. So I lay my bag on the bench and slowly wonder back through into the main gym area, as I open the door, a large silhouette peers stands before me.
“Ello Frankie” he said with his demonic voice. Ah fuck no, it’s him, George. He grabbed my top, and pushed me back into the changing room. He threw me up against the wall.
“Where’d ya’think your going pansy?” he asks, again with demonic voice.
“I…er was gonna g-go tell Sir I didn’t b-bring my kit” I reply, wow I sound like a complete baby, my voice I all quiet and whiney, completely useless as usual.
“Right, you were gonna snitch one me weren’t ya Frankie boy?” He asks, he was being playful but not the kind playful, more teasing and enjoying my suffering.
“N-n-no” I said, again helpless, I’m useless! I don’t even attempt to defend myself. He chuckled and threw me into the war, then kicked me in the stomach. He walked off laughing; I lay there winded, clenching my stomach. I lay there, while more people come in, some just stare others take a kick for themselves and I was so close to getting away, I guess this routine now. When everyone else goes into the gym, I stagger to my feet and join them. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I slowly wonder in trying to hide the bruises. PE just went normally from there; they played dodge ball while I sat on the bench while the teacher went on about how good PE is how I should love it and not hate it.
The rest of the day went on until lunch, I found my friends where they always are, around a certain bench. Rebecca, Charlie, Mikey and Tommy. I sat down and joined them; we sat laughing and giggling, munching on our food. I reached into my bag to pull out some crisps but I didn’t notice that my sleeve got caught on the bench. It revealed the bruises I gained from PE. Luckily (to some extent) they didnt see the other side, where the cuts are. Self infliceted.
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!?!” Shouts Charlie being the loud mouth ass he is. Everyone on our bench and the surrounding bystanders look straight at me. After a minute they return to themselves apart from my group, who all focus on my arm. I roll my sleeve down slowly.
“Well Frankie?” Asks Rebecca. She has black hair, likes bands like Green Day and the Misfits, she is smart like Mikey too who at this point, is staring at me with his patient eyes, I’m gonna have to say.
“I…well…in PE…George Richards stormed in and…” I said quietly, they all leaned further forward, egging me on to talk more.
“C’mon Frankie, we ain’t got all day ya’know?” Said Tommy, Tommy being the sarcastic impatient one.
“Hey, hey Tommy, calm down” Mikey interrupts, egging me on to continue once more.
“Well…beat me…up” I said sighing greatly after.
They all look straight at me.
“WHAT?!?” they scream. You could see the anger in Tommy’s eyes. Although he is impatient, he sure does care for his friends and is very defensive.
“I’m gonna beat the shit out of this ‘George’ kid” Tommy spoke out, he is the biggest and strongest out of us, he adjusted his leather jacket and stood up, Rebecca grabbed him and pulled him back down, shaking her head.
“It won’t help, Frankie will just get beaten up again for ratting the fellow out” She said trying to calm the situation.
“Besides…he’d beat you” I added sounding nervous.
“Okay okay, I’ll wait out this one, but next time he’s mine” he ignored my comment. Hard headed as usual. Mikey nudged me and I turned to face him.
“Hey Frankie... We’ll sort this out, okay? Just don’t do anything stupid ya’hear?” He said, still caring and loving, gotta love this dude, in friendly way of course.
“Yeah I got ya” I reply forcing a smile. .I just walked home with the gang,when got to a point certain point, we'd always break away from the others. So it was just me and Mikey now.
"Hey...Er Frankie?" I asked starting the convorsation.
"Yeah?" He replied bluntly.
"Whats your brother like?" I asked curiously, its not like i've never seen him, its just whenever I go round Mikey's house, he shuts his self up stairs and blocks everyone else out.So I only know what I see. But he's not always there I guess. So times I see him go out with this kid with an afro who looks kinda awsome.
"Oh ya mean Gerard?"
"I think... If thats his name" I said unsuringly.
"Yeah...Well he dresses the same as us, likes the same music, hangs around with that afro dude...er Ray's his name I think. Yeah thats it. Gerard has red hair though which is kinda cool" He said drifting off.
"You okay?" I asked trying to snap him out of it...whatever he is in.
"Oh yeah, I am fine sorry, I was just imagining him with brown hair" He broke off with a chuckle.
"Oh right okay, he sounds pretty awsome" I said.
"He is... a great singer aswell, he has a part time job at that new music shop in town" Mikey added.
"Cool" I said.
We got to my house so I said my goodbyes and went into my little house.Got in chucked my bag down, greeted my mum and ran up stairs. Of course…I still had the other side of my arm, for cutting…I don’t know why, it just made me feel better when I cut it, I don’t understand neither do a lot of people, it just makes me feel like I can carry, and don’t have to give up. When the truth is… I’m still alone. Yeah i'm a lonely old sod, if it wasnt for Mikey I would of commited a while ago, but he saved me In away. The blood dripped down my arm and onto my bedroom floor. Before I know it I realise I've striked to many on my arm. SHIT. Get a towl or something.
Okay so thats taken care of now I'm home alone, my Mums gone to get some shopping and my Dad is back yet. Okay so this is kinda dirty and wrong but oh well, every teenage guy does it. It even weirder doing it after cutting myself. But nows the time, so I undo my belt...grab hold and jsut go for it...Well I kinda have to. So just slowly getting faster, it feels so damn good...but the stranger thing is...I can only picture men. Another thing to worry about. So I have the bullies, the depression and now being gay. Now I can feel it comming up and it just goes everywhere...Wow...I need to get a life. I clean up again.
Now I just throw myself down onto my bed and I start to think. I think of why I have to be alone. Unloved, cast out, alone. I'm friend with one girl and the problem is...I dont even like girls! Mikey, Tommy and Charlie are all straight so it's just me left. God I hate life. Its a useless gift...
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"Hey, there chum" I say, sneaking into the registration period.
"Hey...you’re kinda late" He replies, good ol’Mikey.
"Just a bit" I retort.
I'm always late. I just like to lay in, the warmth and comfort of my bed. No place like it. Well apart chilling with Mikey here, in a word he is a legend. He is very smart, kind and rather defensive. I mean he is one of the only guys to stand up for me against bullies, him and the rest of the gang.
"Frankie, why are you always late?" He asks curiously.
"We go through this every day Mikey, I LOVE to lay in, why else would I be late?" I reply, with a question to him.
"Well ya'know...the bullies?” He said that last bit with a quieter voice so teachers wouldn’t start pestering us and asking questions like who, where, why and talk to those damned councillors.
“Haha don’t worry about’em, I can handle them” I said, with a fake smile and trying to seem like I can handle the situation, when obviously I can’t. I’m weak and feeble, I can’t fight. Truth is, I stay I bed later the bullies are already in school so I can get in without being harassed.
“If you say so Frankie ol’chum” He says mockingly. Now about this Mikey, he is about average height, as I said before very smart and kind, he enjoys maths… I know… WHAT THE HELL? But it’s different and that’s good, he’s not a clone. He wears his glasses, they don’t make him look goofy or nerdy, and they make him look better, more assertive, and more powerful. He wears a green day hoodie over his uniform; he doesn’t take it off unless he is told to by a teacher or someone. As for me, I wear a Misfits hoodie, no glasses, and my hair parted to the left, covering my left eye, I usually don’t notice it.
“Oh god…” Mikey says worryingly.
“What? What is it Mike?” I ask curiously.
He sighs “We have PE. Fucking great” He replies agitated.
“Oh shit, hmm don’t suppose you-”
He cuts in rather rudely “Bunk? Hell no, you know what happened last time we did, we got those after schools with Harry…remember?” He says in an effort to jog my memory.
“No…oh wait…yeah I remember, that dick who wouldn’t shut up but you being related to a vampire or some shit like that” I reply, so my memories not the best? So what? Not like I need it.
He sighs heavily and then goes all depressed “Yeah…” He said simply, with no emotion or empathy. Wow, Mikey depressed is like green day without Billie Joe Armstrong, just not right.
“Hey, hey, don’t worry, he’s not a vampire, neither are you, don’t worry about it” I say in an effort to cheer him up, he gave me a brief smile then turned away, creating a somewhat tension between us. I hate when I can’t help him, he just sits there, I try everything and it never works, he usually gets over it in his own time, by break he’ll be feeling fine. It’s kinda pathetic, how he can cheer me up whenever I am annoyed, angry, pissed off or just generally feeling down. For the rest of the 15 minutes we stay silent until the bell goes, then we leave walking awkwardly next to each other. He breaks off to go to his lesson and so do I.
Maths. Not much to know about this subject really, I suck balls at it. Its weird I’m in top set and Mikey’s in top. As I go through this dull hour I think how nice it would be if twats would leave me and Mikey alone and just fuck off, why can’t people accept people are different? They make us seem like monsters, we’re disowned. As I ponder through the lesson, before I know it the bell goes for second period, fucking great PE, where the bullies lay. In this subject I’m truly alone, another thing I suck at, and worst of all no friends, not even Mikey. So I gather my stuff, slump it into my rucksack and carry on, slowly walking to my lesson.
I arrive and ponder into the gym changing rooms. Good. No dicks yet, lets find the teacher and tell him I have ‘forgotten’ my kit, basically its at home at the bottom of my wardrobe and I just leave it there, gets me out of PE. So I lay my bag on the bench and slowly wonder back through into the main gym area, as I open the door, a large silhouette peers stands before me.
“Ello Frankie” he said with his demonic voice. Ah fuck no, it’s him, George. He grabbed my top, and pushed me back into the changing room. He threw me up against the wall.
“Where’d ya’think your going pansy?” he asks, again with demonic voice.
“I…er was gonna g-go tell Sir I didn’t b-bring my kit” I reply, wow I sound like a complete baby, my voice I all quiet and whiney, completely useless as usual.
“Right, you were gonna snitch one me weren’t ya Frankie boy?” He asks, he was being playful but not the kind playful, more teasing and enjoying my suffering.
“N-n-no” I said, again helpless, I’m useless! I don’t even attempt to defend myself. He chuckled and threw me into the war, then kicked me in the stomach. He walked off laughing; I lay there winded, clenching my stomach. I lay there, while more people come in, some just stare others take a kick for themselves and I was so close to getting away, I guess this routine now. When everyone else goes into the gym, I stagger to my feet and join them. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I slowly wonder in trying to hide the bruises. PE just went normally from there; they played dodge ball while I sat on the bench while the teacher went on about how good PE is how I should love it and not hate it.
The rest of the day went on until lunch, I found my friends where they always are, around a certain bench. Rebecca, Charlie, Mikey and Tommy. I sat down and joined them; we sat laughing and giggling, munching on our food. I reached into my bag to pull out some crisps but I didn’t notice that my sleeve got caught on the bench. It revealed the bruises I gained from PE. Luckily (to some extent) they didnt see the other side, where the cuts are. Self infliceted.
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!?!” Shouts Charlie being the loud mouth ass he is. Everyone on our bench and the surrounding bystanders look straight at me. After a minute they return to themselves apart from my group, who all focus on my arm. I roll my sleeve down slowly.
“Well Frankie?” Asks Rebecca. She has black hair, likes bands like Green Day and the Misfits, she is smart like Mikey too who at this point, is staring at me with his patient eyes, I’m gonna have to say.
“I…well…in PE…George Richards stormed in and…” I said quietly, they all leaned further forward, egging me on to talk more.
“C’mon Frankie, we ain’t got all day ya’know?” Said Tommy, Tommy being the sarcastic impatient one.
“Hey, hey Tommy, calm down” Mikey interrupts, egging me on to continue once more.
“Well…beat me…up” I said sighing greatly after.
They all look straight at me.
“WHAT?!?” they scream. You could see the anger in Tommy’s eyes. Although he is impatient, he sure does care for his friends and is very defensive.
“I’m gonna beat the shit out of this ‘George’ kid” Tommy spoke out, he is the biggest and strongest out of us, he adjusted his leather jacket and stood up, Rebecca grabbed him and pulled him back down, shaking her head.
“It won’t help, Frankie will just get beaten up again for ratting the fellow out” She said trying to calm the situation.
“Besides…he’d beat you” I added sounding nervous.
“Okay okay, I’ll wait out this one, but next time he’s mine” he ignored my comment. Hard headed as usual. Mikey nudged me and I turned to face him.
“Hey Frankie... We’ll sort this out, okay? Just don’t do anything stupid ya’hear?” He said, still caring and loving, gotta love this dude, in friendly way of course.
“Yeah I got ya” I reply forcing a smile. .I just walked home with the gang,when got to a point certain point, we'd always break away from the others. So it was just me and Mikey now.
"Hey...Er Frankie?" I asked starting the convorsation.
"Yeah?" He replied bluntly.
"Whats your brother like?" I asked curiously, its not like i've never seen him, its just whenever I go round Mikey's house, he shuts his self up stairs and blocks everyone else out.So I only know what I see. But he's not always there I guess. So times I see him go out with this kid with an afro who looks kinda awsome.
"Oh ya mean Gerard?"
"I think... If thats his name" I said unsuringly.
"Yeah...Well he dresses the same as us, likes the same music, hangs around with that afro dude...er Ray's his name I think. Yeah thats it. Gerard has red hair though which is kinda cool" He said drifting off.
"You okay?" I asked trying to snap him out of it...whatever he is in.
"Oh yeah, I am fine sorry, I was just imagining him with brown hair" He broke off with a chuckle.
"Oh right okay, he sounds pretty awsome" I said.
"He is... a great singer aswell, he has a part time job at that new music shop in town" Mikey added.
"Cool" I said.
We got to my house so I said my goodbyes and went into my little house.Got in chucked my bag down, greeted my mum and ran up stairs. Of course…I still had the other side of my arm, for cutting…I don’t know why, it just made me feel better when I cut it, I don’t understand neither do a lot of people, it just makes me feel like I can carry, and don’t have to give up. When the truth is… I’m still alone. Yeah i'm a lonely old sod, if it wasnt for Mikey I would of commited a while ago, but he saved me In away. The blood dripped down my arm and onto my bedroom floor. Before I know it I realise I've striked to many on my arm. SHIT. Get a towl or something.
Okay so thats taken care of now I'm home alone, my Mums gone to get some shopping and my Dad is back yet. Okay so this is kinda dirty and wrong but oh well, every teenage guy does it. It even weirder doing it after cutting myself. But nows the time, so I undo my belt...grab hold and jsut go for it...Well I kinda have to. So just slowly getting faster, it feels so damn good...but the stranger thing is...I can only picture men. Another thing to worry about. So I have the bullies, the depression and now being gay. Now I can feel it comming up and it just goes everywhere...Wow...I need to get a life. I clean up again.
Now I just throw myself down onto my bed and I start to think. I think of why I have to be alone. Unloved, cast out, alone. I'm friend with one girl and the problem is...I dont even like girls! Mikey, Tommy and Charlie are all straight so it's just me left. God I hate life. Its a useless gift...
Please R&R thanks :)
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