I walked out side the school bluiding and around the corner to the nice garden with the bench that gardening club plants flowers around.
I pulled my sweater sleeves over my hands, it's getting cold in Jersey again. Damn now I can't wear my skirts.
I was skipping I didn't want to go to gym and since it was my last period why not. Usually I'd never skip, but the boys in the locker rooms always stare and it scares me. I suppose its because of my dressing habits, I can't help it I love wearing baggy sweater with skirts and thigh highs.
I sit on the stone bench and watch the flowers dance in the wind. I kicked my feet, and smiled.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" I heard. I look over my shoulder and see Frank Iero.
Frank Iero was probably the punkest kid you could get around here and also the cutest. He might wear those ripped up jeans and cool punk band tees, but he's still pretty short and hella cute.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would be here.. I'll leave if you'd lik-...