"Gerard! Get downstairs right this fucking minute!" I heard my mom call.
Probably another letter off school, skipping classes, low grades, caught
smoking on school premises... again, the usual bullshit they actually care
"Yeah, mother?" I asked
"Skipping PE, again young man? Why this time?"
I wasn't ready to tell her the real reason, which was of course, if I went I'd
get beaten up, spat on, called an emo faggot, yes, I'm gay. So why should
I wanna be there?
"Because, mom, it's a fucking pointless lesson and I don't
feel the need to be there because it's never gonna become a part of my
life. Now can I go get ready for school and get the fuck outta here?"
"Whatever, Gerard. But one more letter and you're moving schools."
Oh, how I fucking wish I could move schools, to one where I don't get bullied
because of my sexuality.
"GEE HIYA GEE HIYAHIYAHIYA!" Oh great, the little brother on a sugar rush, just
what I need.
"Oh hey, Mikes. I need to go get ready, so move please"
"I SAID FUCKING MOVE!" Damn, what a bitch I was.
SHIT. I'd slept in, and it was my first day at my new school.
I threw on some navy blue skinny jeans, some black Doc Martens, a plain black
tee and my all time favourite misfits hoodie. I smudged on red eyeliner, spiked
up my hair and then observed myself in the mirror. "Emo faggot" "short bastard"
"Fucked up" I thought. Just like everybody else. 7:47am fuck fuck fuck, school
at 8. I slid down the banister, grabbed my schoolbag and ran out the house and
round the corner to my new school. I stopped and studied what was in front of me,
A tall grey building with 5 floors, a giant playground, an astroturf and a massive field
which I guessed would probably continue further out round the back. Unwillingly,
I trudged into the giant building, and made my way to the main office.
"Hi! How may I help you young man?" A small woman with bleached hair and a
fake smile spoke.
"Hello, I'm Frank Iero, the new student here?" I said, biting my bottom lip.
"Oh, of course! Follow me to your homeroom, Mr. Iero!"
I followed her down the long, dull corridor and up 3 flights of stairs until I reached
room 78. "Here we are, good luck, Frank!"
"Thanks" I smiled, and slowly opened the door.
I was sat in the homeroom, doodling on my maths book, because I was the emo
loner who sat at the back with nobody to socialize with, then suddenly, the door