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I Spent My High School Career, Spit On And Shoved To Agree..
3 reviewsA collaboration between two different kinds of authors. Frankisnotonfire&PuppehWay. Frerard.
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{Frankisnotonfire will be updating as Gerard's POV, PuppehWay will be updating in Frank's POV}
[Gerard POV]
I ran through my nightmare, panting as the jeers became scarily close to me, they were hot on my heels, and I'm not gonna lie: I'm fucking terrified. I saw Alex, Jack and Ryan running towards me, their eyes held nothing but pure hatred and the homophobic slurs escaped their mouths venemously. I was surprised no one had heard the commotion. I skidded around another corner, and stopped abruptly as I saw myself standing face-to-face with the principal.
"Why are you running, Mr Way? Shouldn't you be in class?" He questioned. I opened my mouth to speak but I quickly lost his interest as he caught sight of my bullies. He began to ask them about their detention, and I saw it as my way of escaping into the boys' toilets. I ran into a cubicle and couldn't stop the hot tears escaping my sore eyes.
Why me? What have I done to deserve an ass kicking every day of my life? I lived in fear, hiding the bruises with my mom's foundation, constantly living a lie.
To the outside world: I was a gothic loser art freak. Inside: I was dying. I was just a chubby kid with greasy raven hair and no friends. I was despised by my peers as a result of my sexual orientation. Just because I'm a homosexual, doesn't mean I want to fuck every male I see. Some of these neandrathals just haven't grasped that fact yet.
I curled myself up on the toilet seat, sobbing quietly to myself, my eyes stinging, I was tired out and had nowhere left to turn. No one to turn to. I was completely and utterly alone.
I retched and quickly leapt off the toilet seat, pushing up the lid and empting my stomach contents into the toilet bowl and sighing.
I'm a wreck. I really am. All I want is one friend. One measly little friend. Someone to talk to. Is that too much to ask?
R&R! - Frankisnotonfire
[Gerard POV]
I ran through my nightmare, panting as the jeers became scarily close to me, they were hot on my heels, and I'm not gonna lie: I'm fucking terrified. I saw Alex, Jack and Ryan running towards me, their eyes held nothing but pure hatred and the homophobic slurs escaped their mouths venemously. I was surprised no one had heard the commotion. I skidded around another corner, and stopped abruptly as I saw myself standing face-to-face with the principal.
"Why are you running, Mr Way? Shouldn't you be in class?" He questioned. I opened my mouth to speak but I quickly lost his interest as he caught sight of my bullies. He began to ask them about their detention, and I saw it as my way of escaping into the boys' toilets. I ran into a cubicle and couldn't stop the hot tears escaping my sore eyes.
Why me? What have I done to deserve an ass kicking every day of my life? I lived in fear, hiding the bruises with my mom's foundation, constantly living a lie.
To the outside world: I was a gothic loser art freak. Inside: I was dying. I was just a chubby kid with greasy raven hair and no friends. I was despised by my peers as a result of my sexual orientation. Just because I'm a homosexual, doesn't mean I want to fuck every male I see. Some of these neandrathals just haven't grasped that fact yet.
I curled myself up on the toilet seat, sobbing quietly to myself, my eyes stinging, I was tired out and had nowhere left to turn. No one to turn to. I was completely and utterly alone.
I retched and quickly leapt off the toilet seat, pushing up the lid and empting my stomach contents into the toilet bowl and sighing.
I'm a wreck. I really am. All I want is one friend. One measly little friend. Someone to talk to. Is that too much to ask?
R&R! - Frankisnotonfire
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