So Long and Good Night
And All The Things That You Never Ever Told Me
The rain pelted down on the old hospital roof as I sat myself down in an ancient chair. I scanned the room and the place was virtually abandoned. I was waiting to be called into the doctor’s office for a checkup on my broken leg. I pulled an old copy of George Orwell’s book 1984, and got comfortable.
My reading was interrupted by a male voice “Broken leg, eh?” he said. I glanced up to see a boy with raven black hair looking at me from across the room. He looked about my age “Yup.” I frowned fidgeting with my hair.
“That sucks.” He frowned “What happened?” “Car crash.” I smirked bluntly. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by a pretty blond nurse “Gerard Way?” She smiled and they walked into a sky blue appointment room.
I was called shortly after, and the doctor who examined my leg told me I could get a walking boot tomorrow. Walking in it won’t be a problem for me, I hope. I’m glad to get my cast off, I haven’t shaved in awhile and it probably smells bad, so I’m looking forward to a nice clean shower without a plastic bag on my leg.
The following days went by pretty fast, I went school shopping, got my school photos taken and finally got my walking boot. And yes, I did get to take that nice clean shower and yes, it was nice and clean. My school supplies were pretty basic; it was last minute school shopping so most of the stuff had been picked over.
My alarm blared as I rolled over to the alarm clock to check the time. Shit its 6:30. I whined why did my alarm go off?. Then it dawned on me Shoot, it’s the first day of school I thought. I shot out of bed and got ready for the day. My make up was pretty plain, just black eye liner and a little bit of eye shadow.
I walked downstairs to find my dad had already gotten to work, and I didn’t have a ride. But that was fine, I knew where the school was anyway and I could just walk anyways. I decided that I should start walking early, not that the school was far away or anything, but because I didn’t want to risk being late. And making a shitty impression, I could do that later.
I had already mastered walking around in my walking boot so walking wasn’t a huge problem right now. Half way to the school I heard the sound of a car and some seriously loud music. I recognized the song though, it was Zero by Smashing Pumpkins, one of my favorite bands.
The car drove by me, it was a beaten up old Trans Am that must have been bought second hand or fished out of the dump… “Hey!” I recognized the voice before I saw his face “Broken leg girl!” I turned around as the Trans Am pulled over. I recognized him instantly. It’s Gerald! Or, Gerard or whatever his name was.
“You wanna ride?” He smiled at me. “Sure!” I smiled. I hopped in and we drove off at a high speed and I was certain we were going maybe a million miles an hour. “So, broken leg girl, why haven’t we seen you around?”Gerard or Gerald smiled. “I just moved here.” I smiled as my hair blew in the wind.
“This is Ray.” Gerald or whatever said as he pointed to a tall dude with a killer afro. “Yo.” Ray smiled. “This is Frank.” He gestured to a short boy with black hair and tattoos. “Hia!” He laughed. “I’m Gerard and this is my bro named Mikey.” Oh I guess his name IS Gerard. Oops. I thought I looked over at Mikey. He was my height with white glasses. “Hi!” He smiled happily.
The first half of the day went by pretty smooth; so far I had no homework. Frank and Mikey were in my Math class, Gerard, Ray, and Mikey were in my English class, and all of the boys were in my art class. And none of them were in my gym class. (It was a girl’s only gym class, so that explains it!)
I sat with them at lunch time. “So, where do you come from broken leg girl?” Ray laughed while chucking a fry at Mikey. “Hey, she has a name you know.” Frank smiled while the other boys laughed. “It’s Marilyn.” I giggled. Our conversation continued throughout the lunch period but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Mikey. I don’t know why…
My reading was interrupted by a male voice “Broken leg, eh?” he said. I glanced up to see a boy with raven black hair looking at me from across the room. He looked about my age “Yup.” I frowned fidgeting with my hair.
“That sucks.” He frowned “What happened?” “Car crash.” I smirked bluntly. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by a pretty blond nurse “Gerard Way?” She smiled and they walked into a sky blue appointment room.
I was called shortly after, and the doctor who examined my leg told me I could get a walking boot tomorrow. Walking in it won’t be a problem for me, I hope. I’m glad to get my cast off, I haven’t shaved in awhile and it probably smells bad, so I’m looking forward to a nice clean shower without a plastic bag on my leg.
The following days went by pretty fast, I went school shopping, got my school photos taken and finally got my walking boot. And yes, I did get to take that nice clean shower and yes, it was nice and clean. My school supplies were pretty basic; it was last minute school shopping so most of the stuff had been picked over.
My alarm blared as I rolled over to the alarm clock to check the time. Shit its 6:30. I whined why did my alarm go off?. Then it dawned on me Shoot, it’s the first day of school I thought. I shot out of bed and got ready for the day. My make up was pretty plain, just black eye liner and a little bit of eye shadow.
I walked downstairs to find my dad had already gotten to work, and I didn’t have a ride. But that was fine, I knew where the school was anyway and I could just walk anyways. I decided that I should start walking early, not that the school was far away or anything, but because I didn’t want to risk being late. And making a shitty impression, I could do that later.
I had already mastered walking around in my walking boot so walking wasn’t a huge problem right now. Half way to the school I heard the sound of a car and some seriously loud music. I recognized the song though, it was Zero by Smashing Pumpkins, one of my favorite bands.
The car drove by me, it was a beaten up old Trans Am that must have been bought second hand or fished out of the dump… “Hey!” I recognized the voice before I saw his face “Broken leg girl!” I turned around as the Trans Am pulled over. I recognized him instantly. It’s Gerald! Or, Gerard or whatever his name was.
“You wanna ride?” He smiled at me. “Sure!” I smiled. I hopped in and we drove off at a high speed and I was certain we were going maybe a million miles an hour. “So, broken leg girl, why haven’t we seen you around?”Gerard or Gerald smiled. “I just moved here.” I smiled as my hair blew in the wind.
“This is Ray.” Gerald or whatever said as he pointed to a tall dude with a killer afro. “Yo.” Ray smiled. “This is Frank.” He gestured to a short boy with black hair and tattoos. “Hia!” He laughed. “I’m Gerard and this is my bro named Mikey.” Oh I guess his name IS Gerard. Oops. I thought I looked over at Mikey. He was my height with white glasses. “Hi!” He smiled happily.
The first half of the day went by pretty smooth; so far I had no homework. Frank and Mikey were in my Math class, Gerard, Ray, and Mikey were in my English class, and all of the boys were in my art class. And none of them were in my gym class. (It was a girl’s only gym class, so that explains it!)
I sat with them at lunch time. “So, where do you come from broken leg girl?” Ray laughed while chucking a fry at Mikey. “Hey, she has a name you know.” Frank smiled while the other boys laughed. “It’s Marilyn.” I giggled. Our conversation continued throughout the lunch period but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Mikey. I don’t know why…
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10/11/14