Get Me Out ≡Frerard≡

One

I hate Belleville High school. I honestly hate school in general. I hate having to wake up at early-as-shit o'clock, dealing with other people's shitty attitudes, and terrible teachers. But over all of that, I hate the first day of school the most. On the first day back, everyone pretends that they're your friend and miss you. All the fake people try to ask you about your summer, but didn't once try to contact you to see if you haven't dropped dead yet. They're all full of shit. But hey, that's life.

The social aspect of school wasn't the only reason I hate it. It is the actual lessons. Most of the things we're taught aren't things we're (or at least me) are going to use in real life. Let's use me as an example. I'm a 17 year old guy that wants nothing more than to stay at home and play his guitar. That's all I want to do, play my guitar. So, maybe I could be in a band. Now, here are a set of questions: Does the square root of 36 have to do with music? Do the different types of chemical bonds have anything to do with music? If your answer to both of these questions were no, then that proves that school isn't for me. The only reasons I still go are because of my mom, friends, and my grandpa.

Maybe I'm not meant to be something in life? Ninety percent of my time and energy goes to music. I know it's not a guarantee that I'll make it in in the industry, but it's something I'm good at. To be honest, I feel like it's the only thing I'm good at. For the past three years, I've been passing with straight D's. All of my teachers say that I have "potential," but I don't. It was just an excuse they tell themselves and I to make my situation sound better. But in reality, I'm just a sad little boy with no realistic aspirations. My grandpa always says that I can do whatever I put my mind to. He is the light in the black hole of my life. He was my motivation to wake up this morning, he was my motivation to get dressed, and he is my motivation to keep me from turning around right now and heading back home.

My head whips around when I feel something nudge me. I turn to see my best friend, Ryan, looking at me.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" He asked, as we walk in route to the prison known as school.

"Not really." Answering him honestly, I gave a nonchalant shrug.

"I said that I'm excited for today! We have three new pieces of man candy- I mean teachers." He says excitedly as we turn the corner, approaching the building. "Both Mr. Fuentes and Mr. Quinn found better jobs and Mr. Perry was fired."

"Wait, why was Mr. Perry fired?" I questioned, shock taking over my expression. He was our music instructor and has been for the past two years. He was my second favorite teacher in that hellhole. Tattoos were all over him and his ears were stretched, he had a 'don't give a shit' attitude that made him cool in my books. I usually called him "Mr. Turtle" and he'd call me "short shit." Even though our nicknames for each other were pretty insulting, that's just how we were. Perry was more like a good friend than a teacher. His class was the only one I looked forward to being in.

"Rumors say that he was fucking Mike Fuentes." Ryan explains.

"Seriously?" I ask, feigning shock. Little did he know, Mike told me about it when I walked in on them making out a few months ago in a classroom. He didn't bother to lock the door, which is probably how they were caught.

"Yeah! I'm way hotter than Mike." He signs, sounding genuinely disappointed.

"Ryan, that's gross. Who fucks a teacher?" My nose wrinkles in disgust.

"Hell, I would. I'd fuck any teacher that's going to pass me." He smirks. "Plus, you know I only have an eye for Mr. Urie." Ryan winks as we walk into the large school. As always, I roll my eyes to his comment.