Gerard hated Frank. With a passion. The passion of a thousand burning suns. He couldn't stand him. Gerard's family were out, his parents on a date and his brother with his friends. But Gerard was stuck at home, busy hating Frank. Hell, he even had a little blu-tack man called Frank that he loved to throw at the wall or stab pins in.
But why you ask? Why does Gerard despise Frank so much?
He existed. That was it. Frank existed and fuelled Gerard's hatred. Frank existed. With his perfect smile and body and hair. He went to the gym, he was in perfect shape, he had a perfect figure. He got picked first in gym, he sat with all the popular kids at lunch, he got all the girls. He had all the latest clothes, shoes, hell he even had a motorbike. He was perfect. But Gerard despised that.
