3.The Lonely Boy

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Frank's p.o.v

God. School. I walk through the doors with my hoodie up hiding my face and long back hair. I wouldn't say long but. Shoulder length kinda shaggy. I like it. I straighten it and use some to cover my face. But as usual. No friends to talk to. I watch all the cliques in the hallway taking up the walking space. I'm envious I've never had friends. I'm too awkward and shy. But I get by. I don't need them they're not the most important thing ever. I have my music and my family. Those are important too right?

But friend wouldn't seem that bad. Someone who will laugh with you and you can trust who will be there for you when you cry. They sound fun. But again. I wouldn't know.

Crash!

Is the sound my body makes when it's pushed into a locker. Another reason why I don't have friends because jocks push me around and hurt me.

"Stay away emo." Those word stab me in the heart. I get up and run to my locker. I like where my locker is by the student parking lot. Teachers are always near by so I don't get hurt. But I hear some girls talking about Gerard. The school bad boy. I don't see what is amazing about him. Those girls are talking about how's he's sooooooooo hot and that they all have his babies. Yeah in your dreams

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