Frank had no recollection of last night, all he knew is that he got drunk, very drunk. Too drunk. To be honest he probably did and said some stupid shit but he can't change the past and every action he makes will shape him into the person he'll be in the future, be it good or bad. Now, he didn't usually do this, bear in mind, just sometimes he couldn't stop himself, it was like a tiny voice in his head, telling him to drink more after every single drink, more and more until he's probably passed out. It was basically the real life equivalent of the little devil and Angel that sit on a persons shoulder and made their choices for them.
He knew he definitely shouldn't have drank, he knew he definitely shouldn't have gone to that party but Josh had wanted him to meet new people and meet a few of his friends so he went. He met a guy called Tyler (whom he think also goes to the Group therapy but honestly he didn't pay attention and had no plan to).
As he lay in his own bed the next morning, the only think keeping him awake was his headache which was like a raging storm inside his head, or a hurricane more like. Everything felt so cliche, waking after a party with a hangover blah, blah. After blindly checking his phone for the time, he got up and got ready for school (a bit stupid having, or going to, the party on a school night). Frank threw on some clothes (you can probably guess what he wore) and quickly grabbed his plain black backpack, saying goodbye to his mom and leaving to meet Ray.
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Pete was early to school, which wasn't too unusual. He's usually go to school early and wait in his form room, where everything was quiet, well, for about 10 minutes. The teacher didn't usually speak to you if you came in early, which was good for Pete as he needed time to think. He had said he was gonna admit his crush on Monday but he had, admittedly, chickened out, so, he wanted to try again. Now, he wasn't the bravest person, and he knew it wasn't a big deal in the long run but he knew it mattered at that moment, so a certain amount of bravery was needed. Pete thought that bravery was needed for every task, however simple. Getting out of bed, for example, is difficult for some, yet not for others. The bravery needed for different things depends on the person, really.
Pete often found himself alone with his thoughts, most of the time he was drowning in them. He wanted to escape, from his thoughts and the real world, nothing seemed to work out for him. He wasn't suicidal, he just wanted refuge, a place in between his thoughts and reality, however, there was no escape from either. He knew that life was too short to spend time worrying, he knew that he should live life in the moment, but he couldn't. However hard he tried, his thoughts or reality pulled him back into the past, reliving memories in his head and enduring endless talking about the past.
Every day he found something knew to complain about, be it the new Google logo (because that shit ugly) or just life in general. Everything seemed to fall apart bit by bit, every second that goes past, something goes wrong and life decides to fuck him over again. He wasn't afraid of falling apart, the thought scared him a few years ago but now he didn't care, all his motivation was gone. Nothing excited him, nothing was fun, the world seemed dull.
It was like a world without colour, everything that was once bright, now slowly fading into greys, blacks and whites, nothing other than darkness. All happiness drained from him, everything around him and it was draining the people who were close to him. Many of his friends couldn't take his dull moods, and they started to new one dragged down with Pete, their metaphorical colour draining too. Days felt like years to Pete, time moved at a snails pace in the colourless void that was his head.
No creativity buzzed up there like other people, no smiles, nothing happy, just darkness, an abyss.
Admittedly, he didn't even realise he made it to school and in this classroom. Thats when other people began filing in the room.