Well, shit.
Will You Pardon Me
"Just get to the fucking point."
"My point, Mr. Iero, is that if you don't start to change your ways, you're going to have to find some other place to continue your education."
Well shit. Looks like I'm going to live with dad. Yay, moving.
As I go to walk out of Mr. Warners office for possibly the last time, I notice something for the first time, making me stop just before reaching the door. A newspaper clipping of Marilyn Mansons show that was cancelled from too many religious protests.
"Sir, may I ask why you have this on your wall?" He sighed and walked over to me, pointing at one line on the clipping. "Read this line for me, Mr. Iero."
I found what he was pointing at. "'After too many protestors blocked all ways for fans to enter the building, the show had to be cancelled for shock-rocker Marilyn Manson, bron Brian Hugh Warner.' Holy shit! Dude, you're a fucking legend!"
"Thanks, but this doesn't change anything, schoolwise I mean."
"Can you sing something?"
"Go home Frank, this isn't your school anymore."
Fuck! Typical, just when school gets interesting, I have to move! FUCK!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time lapse cos walking home isn't fun~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You WHAT? Frank, I told you what would happen if you got kicked out. I'll call your father tonight. Go eat something, you're too thin."
I walked into the kitchen, hearing mom mumble something along the lines of 'god damn kids, I hoped he would be better than i was...' Wow. So mom was a wild child as a teenager. Go figure.
I head up to my room with a coffee and a sandwich. My favourite - oreo and mayonnaise. DON'T JUDGE ME, IT'S FUCKING GREAT.
I barely touch my coffee or sandwich though, I'm thinking of how the fuck I'm going to pack up all my shit.
"My point, Mr. Iero, is that if you don't start to change your ways, you're going to have to find some other place to continue your education."
Well shit. Looks like I'm going to live with dad. Yay, moving.
As I go to walk out of Mr. Warners office for possibly the last time, I notice something for the first time, making me stop just before reaching the door. A newspaper clipping of Marilyn Mansons show that was cancelled from too many religious protests.
"Sir, may I ask why you have this on your wall?" He sighed and walked over to me, pointing at one line on the clipping. "Read this line for me, Mr. Iero."
I found what he was pointing at. "'After too many protestors blocked all ways for fans to enter the building, the show had to be cancelled for shock-rocker Marilyn Manson, bron Brian Hugh Warner.' Holy shit! Dude, you're a fucking legend!"
"Thanks, but this doesn't change anything, schoolwise I mean."
"Can you sing something?"
"Go home Frank, this isn't your school anymore."
Fuck! Typical, just when school gets interesting, I have to move! FUCK!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time lapse cos walking home isn't fun~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You WHAT? Frank, I told you what would happen if you got kicked out. I'll call your father tonight. Go eat something, you're too thin."
I walked into the kitchen, hearing mom mumble something along the lines of 'god damn kids, I hoped he would be better than i was...' Wow. So mom was a wild child as a teenager. Go figure.
I head up to my room with a coffee and a sandwich. My favourite - oreo and mayonnaise. DON'T JUDGE ME, IT'S FUCKING GREAT.
I barely touch my coffee or sandwich though, I'm thinking of how the fuck I'm going to pack up all my shit.
Notes
Hey guys! First chapters up, WOOP. Sorry it's shit and boring, the story in general will get better, I swear on Gerards awkward little pinky! Let me know what you think so far, and just letting you guys know, I write my fics changing in P.O.V each chapter. Thanks for reading!BTW title credit: Tiptoe Through The Tulips - Tiny Tim (don't judge, i love it because demons listen to it, proven by Insidious.)
~Chrissiewillkill
How many of my subs on here are still active? I found all my shit, lets get this fuckin thing finished!
8/30/17