I sat in class on a chilly October afternoon at Belleville High, waiting for the bell to ring. It was finally the last period of the day, thank God, and I couldn't wait to get away from these insensitive, judgmental pricks that I'm forced to call classmates. None of them like me and honestly, I'm not too fond of them either. The only people I enjoy being around in this hellhole we call school were my younger brother Mikey, his girlfriend Gianise Bolmer, my best friends Bob Bryar and Ray Toro, and Ray's girlfriend Liz Ply and Bob's girlfriend Amberly Jameson. And Mrs. Jackson, can't forget her. She teaches my favourite subject, art. Oh, and I'm Gerard Way, seventeen and the only homosexual out of all my friends, and in the whole school as far as I know. My friends, my family, and Mrs. Jackson don't mind, they're awesome, but everyone else seems to. I'm constantly harassed, whether it's for my sexuality, my style, or the kind of music I listen to, which is mostly Iron Maiden, Green Day, Black Flag, Smashing Pumpkins, and Thursday, but I like some other bands, too. All the teachers turn a blind eye to the bullying, except for Mrs. Jackson, even though they constantly preach to us in an assembly held at least once a month about how bad bullying is, how there are serious consequences to bullying someone else, how they're "cracking down" on bullies, blah, blah, blah. In reality, they don't give a shit; they don't do anything about it. They're such hypocrites. The only one that even tries to stop the bullying at all is Mrs. Jackson, who I'm very grateful for. She's the only nice adult in this whole school.
Anyway, back to reality. Right before the bell rang to dismiss us, Mr. Rowland, my math teacher whose class I was currently in, said that he had an announcement to make and that it was very important. Surprisingly, the whole class shut up from their chatter and looked right at him.
"On Monday, we're gonna have a new student, in this grade, and he will most likely be in some of your classes since he seems to be on the same level as most of you," he announced. "Gerard," he said with obvious disgust, "you two seem to have a lot in common from what I've heard and it looks like you two have all of your classes together, so you'll be his guide for the week.”
Everybody turned around and stared at me as I nodded to the teacher. The bell rang a few seconds later, breaking the awkward silence of everyone in the class just sitting there staring at me, and we all exited the classroom, making our way towards our lockers to collect our belongings and then eventually heading out of the school building. As I was getting my backpack and the rest of my belongings out of my locker, Mikey passed by and asked if I wanted a ride home. He just turned sixteen last month and for his birthday, September 10th, he’d gotten a new car from Mom and Dad that ran perfectly. Lucky bastard. My car was currently in the shop because I've been having some brake trouble, so Mikey's been giving me rides for the past couple days. I kindly declined his offer, since today was one of those days where I just wanted to be by myself and think.
I got everything I needed out of my locker and finally made my way out of the school building. ‘Goodbye, Belleville High, hello, wonderful weekend,’ I thought as I started making my way home. While I was walking, I just thought about things that have been racing through my head. The main thing I’ve been thinking about has been the new kid; I couldn’t stop thinking about him ever since Mr. Rowland made his announcement. Was he tall or short? What colour was his hair? His eyes? Did he just move to Belleville or was he just switching schools? What was it that we had in common? Mr. Rowland did say we seemed to have a lot in common, “from what he’d heard.” But the way he’d said it, it was like how he’d said my name when he addressed me, as if he were utterly disgusted. Maybe the kid wasn’t heterosexual like everyone else in the school was; maybe he was bisexual or maybe even homosexual. Or we could just have similar music tastes and styles. After all, Mr. Rowland was one of the most judgmental adults in the school, but he was also one of the most homophobic, so either one would make sense. Agh, there are so many thoughts and possibilities bouncing around in my head right now, and so little time to contemplate them.