Gerard P.O.V.

My alarm woke me up at six in the morning.

I sat there on my bed, trying to open my eyes, when I remembered something:

I am going to a new school.

At the moment I began to have scary thoughts. I am going to a new school and it's not just any public school, it was a Catholic school.

I never knew in all my life there were Catholic high schools to begin with. Like I never really seen one.

I start to wonder if all the teachers are nuns dressed in black, ready to hit you with a ruler if you said something wrong.

And what about the kids my age!? How the hell are they like? Are they all very religious or what?

And let's not forget the bullies. They'll all make fun of me for something, like my hair I guess or how pale I am or how awful I'll look in the uniform even though we all are wearing the same thing.

The only reason why I am going to a Catholic school was because I got beat up really badly in the other school I went to.

Like this guy, Jackson Walker was my bully. He beat me up everyday. Two months ago I was beat up by him and his friends because they found out I was bi and then they brought pocket knives and bats. These kids were violent!

And after they had finish beating me up on the football field, I passed out from the blood lost and from what Mom told me, a student found me and called 911.

They took me to the doctor and I had multiple cuts and some were really deep. I broken some of my ribs so that was bad.

This wasn't the first time I had to go to the hospital because of them.

What really got Mom and Dad to switch me school was when I nearly died.

Yes, I nearly died.

I can't remember it at all. I just know I almost died because the doctor told me. I lost a full week of memory.

And now, now I am getting ready to go to a Catholic school.

I sighed and I headed upstairs to the kitchen.

My house is one story if you don't count the basement and attic.

There was only two bedrooms really, but Dad and his friends made it to a bedroom for me in the basement.

As I headed to the kitchen, I can practically hear Mikey falling off of bed.

I chuckled and went to go make myself cereal.

Moments after I had finish eating and drinking some of my coffee, Mikey finally came out of his bedroom.

"What took you so long?" I whispered to him.

"What? I can't hear you." Mikey said.

I don't like speaking anymore. I hate the sound of my voice, it's annoying and I felt sorry for the people who had to hear me. I guess that's another reason why they beat me up.

"What took you so long?" I asked again, this time, raising my voice only a little bit.

"Sleepy." He said.

I nod and made myself some more coffee.

"Who's going to drive, me or you?" Mikey asked.

I pointed to him and grabbed the car keys.

We both left the house and into an old truck from the late 90s. It use to be Dad's and it still works.

Mikey turns on the car and we drive off to school.

It wasn't until I could see the big school when I started feeling anxious.

Guys came out of their rides in their uniforms, which is khaki pants and a black shirt with the school's logo on it. Girls came out of their rides too, with skirts that were a two or three inches above the knees and wore black shirts like the guys. The only difference was that the skirts colors were green and black.

As Mikey parked the car, I took a good look at the building.

The design was very Gothic, but I'm pretty sure that's the way it's suppose to be because of the year they built it (which was 1901). I noticed that there was a crucifix on top of the flag pole.

We both got out of the car and went inside the building. As we walked in the first thing we saw was a statue of Jesus at the center and on to the right a statue of Mary.

There were a lot of awards and pictures up of the shelves. Baseball winners of 1979, volleyball winners of 1984, and more like that.

We walked into the office, which was the first door on the right when we came in.

Mikey knocked and we walked in.

There was a pregnant Hispanic lady siting on the desk, typing.

"Uh... hello..." Mikey said.

The lady looked up and smiled.

"Hello. You must be the Ways." She said.

"Yeah."

"My name is Mrs. Romero. Here are your schedules. Wait here, I'll get Sister Mary to show you to the Junior hallway." She said.

She went to the phone and pressed a button.

"Sister Mary, Sister Mary, please come to the front office." She said. After that she pointed to some chairs where we can sit at.

There was a window in which you can see students walk by. Some went up the stairs, others went to the gym.

A woman came into the office. She looked like she was in her mid fifties and was wearing khaki pants and a sweat shirt that says Bishop Peter.

"Sister Mary, here's our new students." Mrs. Romero said.

Wait, she's Sister Mary!? I thought nuns wore the whole black dress wardrobe thing.

"Hello there." She smiled at us. "I'm Sister Mary. And you are?" She asks us.

"I-I'm Mikey and this is my younger brother, Gerard." Mikey says and I smile and wave.

"Aw, there's no need to be shy. We're all friends here. Come on, I'll show you the Junior hallway." She smiles.

Mikey and I pick up our backpacks and we start to follow Sister Mary.

I'm surprised I didn't get dirty looks from Mrs. Romero, Sister Mary, or the students. Really, all the students smiled at us.

I swear this is too good to be true. Once I'm in this school for a week their attitudes towards us will change.

"And here is the Junior hallway, boys." She said as we came to a hallway on the second floor. "If you need anything you can find me or Ms. Isabel." Sister Mary smiled at us.

I look around and see a couple of people sitting down by their lockers. One in person caught my eye.

She was in front of us. She was leaning against her locker while she was looking for something.

She's really pretty. She had on biker boots and had her hair in two pig-tails.

"If you need help with finding a classroom you can always ask you peer mates." Sister Mary said and I looked back at her.

Wait, what?

"For the males it's Frank Iero and Jose Tapia and for females it's Lindsey Ballato and Cecilia Montez." Sister Mary smiled. She gave us our schedule and left to her class room.

"Well, she seems nice." Mikey said and I nodded as an agreement.

"Do you think this school will be okay with us?" Mikey asked and I shrugged.

"Should we do homeschooling next?" Mikey asked and I nodded.

Mikey looked at our schedules and frowned.

"I barley have any classes with you, Gee. Just two classes and the same lunch period." Mikey said.

Crap, I was scarred that this will happen. Actually, I'm scared right now.

How am I going to survive until the end of the year now.

"Lindsey!!!" I heard someone shout. I turned my head around only to find a guy tackling the pretty girl with the biker boots down.

Damn that must hurt, but she looks used to it.

"Frank Iero why'd you do that for!?" She said, making Mikey turn his head to see what's happening.

"For not being at the football game on Friday." The guy said.

"Chill out dude. I just missed one and it's only September, dude." She said.

"But still!" He said.

"Get off of me please." She said as she pushed him off of her.

The guy got up and help her up as well. The girl started to dust off her skirt when the guy saw us.

"Hi! You guys must be new! I'm Frank Iero and yes I am small for a Junior. Over here is my partner in crime and my bitch, Lindsey Ballato!" Frank said to us.

"Really, Frank. Was that necessary." The girl, Lindsey, said.

"No but I just wanted to say that." Frank smiled.

"Oh God." She muttered with a smile.

"Uh... I'm Mikey Way and this is my younger brother Gerard." Mikey said to them.

I felt bad that Mikey had to speak for me. I know he is also scared to talk to anyone like me, but I guess that's what is like to be a big brother then.

"Welcome to our school! We don't usually get new students and if we do then we get so happy you have no idea-" Frank began.

"Anyways, welcome. If you need help finding a class we're happy to help." Lindsey smiled.

"Thanks." Mikey said.

Frank seems to be a little over excited about having new students. Lindsey looks like she's trying to keep Frank less hyper than he is. I wonder if Frank is always like this or today he had a little bit of too much sugar.

Not being rude or anything but I just really want to know.

I hadn't realize I've been blushing until I had taken my eyes off of Lindsey. She is a very pretty girl and she looks very nice and gives the name 'Lindsey' a whole new definition of what stereotypes say about the name, but then again I was one in that group about the name 'Lindsey', along with 'Jake', 'Luke,' 'Ashley,' and just basically names people give bullies in movies.

Lesson learned so far: never judge a book by its cover.

"Do you guys know where your locker is?" Lindsey asked us.

"Uh... no not really..." Mikey said.

"Okay. We can help you." She smiled. Mikey handed our schedule over to her, which also has their locker number on it.

Sorry, I might sound like a big douche at the moment but come on, I don't know who these people really are and it kind of getting me paranoid because they know what our locker combinations are.

"241 and 242. That's across from mine." She smiled us and showed us the way.

These lockers look old. I'm pretty sure these are the original lockers and looked like they had painted it a coat of tan on it.

"Okay. Gerard has 241 and Mikey has 242." Lindsey said and handed back our schedules.

"Thanks." Mikey murmured.

"No problem." She smiled at Mikey and then to me.

When she smiled at me, I felt a blush come and that is unusual, so I kind of looked away and boy do I feel like a douche for that.

For all I know Lindsey really is a nice girl who is being friendly to us and Frank probably wants to be our friend because he never left at all.

They then gave us a small wave as a goodbye and left walking down the hall. I guess they're going to hang out with their friends and it looks like Lindsey and Frank and best friends.

They seem pretty cool to hang out with, and this is coming from someone who doesn't really like to socialize with people.

I sighed and open my locker and put my backpack in. I now have a desire to really talk to them, but I know that's never going to happen.

I get my stuff ready for my first class, Foundation 3. Apparently I am so good at art that the school decided to put me in Foundation 3 instead of Foundation 1.

I really do suck at art, but I just like to draw a lot.

Out of nowhere the bell rings, making me jump a little bit. People rush to get to their classes since I guess they give us about five minutes.

I close my locker.

"See you at math class and theology?" Mikey asked and I nod.

I go down the hallway while Mikey takes the stair to head to English class. I think my classroom is down the hallway...

It takes me a while to find it because I had found it after a minute had past since the bell rang.

As I walk in I see very few people in this hour class, but I guess it's because this school isn't big in the number of students it has.

I see Lindsey is there and she is talking with a guy with light brown hair and his foot in a casket and a girl with black hair.

"Hello there! You must be our new student." A male teacher said as he walked up to me.

"H-hi." I whispered.

I hated how much I stutter when I speak. This is also another reason why I don't like to speak.

"No need to be scared. I'm Mr. Hathaway and I don't bite." He smiles. He really seems like a nice teacher.

"I'm G-Gerard Way." I whispered.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you." He said.

I spoke up a little more, "I'm Gerard Way." I repeated.

"Welcome to the school, Gerard." He smiled. "Let's introduce you to the class."

Uh oh. I felt anxiety take over. Even though there is six students in here, I still am anxious. Not as anxious as my other school, but I still was.

Mr. Hathaway talk to the class about the new student (me) and then I was up.

I felt my palms sweaty and started fumbling with my fingers. I had muttered and stuttered the sentence and waited for someone to call out an insult or throw me crumbled-up papers.

None of that happened. I opened my eyes and saw that no one looked at me like I was some kind of freak.

I asked them why they weren't laughing and the kid with a broken foot asked why was I expecting that. To be honest, I guess it's because I was so used to it that is now has become some type of reflex or something.

Mr. Hathaway then said that everyone in the room was so shy to introduce themselves and mention that Lindsey didn't even talk, but turns out that the most nicest and pretty cool chick, Lindsey, was so scared of introducing herself that she ended up puking instead.

It made me feel a little better that I know that these six people in my class wouldn't judge me. Well, so I hope.

Mr. Hathaway said I could sit next to Lindsey, which made my heart jump a little. I guess it's because I might make a friend for once and not be some kind of freak.

Mr. Hathaway went on with his lesson and in the middle of it Lindsey had asked him if she can take of her sweater. I don't know why she had to ask, but he said yes and she took it off and revealed an arm sleeve tattoo.

It looked pretty epic and I find tattoos to be awesome, but not for me. I am terrified of needles.

I found myself staring at her tattoos for a long time, because then Lindsey noticed and asked if I like it. I panic and said that I've never seen an arm sleeve tattoo (I've seen a lot of them to be honest) and then she tells me that when she's bored she starts to trace her tattooed and doesn't mind if I start doing it.
I started to blush and looked down at my drawing. I was drawing of a woman from the 19th century getting shot multiple times by cupid in the heart.
I asked them why are they so nice to me. I didn't mean to sound rude, but they didn't take it offensive. Lindsey asked why wouldn't they be nice to me and I shrug, trying not to think of my other high school memories. Lindsey then said if my other school had treated my really badly, which shock me a little bit that she knows about it. Well, she more like guessed.
I asked her how did she know and she said because that had happened to her too when she was a freshman and that's how she ended up being in the Catholic school. I whispered to myself about how much we had in common, so far. Lindsey then asks if I wanted to come to a volleyball game that was after school and it was a home game.
I don't really like sports. They don't really entertain me like most people do. I end up getting confuse to be honest.
I said sure because so far this day, Lindsey has been nice to me and I can tell she was hoping I will come to see her play (which I didn't know she plays volleyball), and then she said I can bring Mikey with me. Mikey might hate me for bringing him to the game, but he has to keep an eye out on me (moms words).
Broken-foot guy asks me if I am a man of sports. I hesitated with my answer because I was afraid what he would say when I said no. He asked if I was an art type of guy and again, I hesitated with my answer. He then said not to be afraid of who I was and that they won't judge.
Swear to God I never thought I would hear that from another guy. The other girl, who looks like the female version of the guy, said that most of the school was nice, and sure you will have your typical assholes, and since this was a small school there is like one asshole.
I never felt like I was welcome to a school before, and this is really weird for me. The bell rang before I knew it and the guy started to complain to the female version of him of how much he didn't want to go to Spanish and the girl just sassed him and asked why he didn't take it during freshman year. The guy sassed her back by saying because he didn't want to.
I then turned to Lindsey and asked if they were siblings and sure as hell they were. Twins.
I looked at my paper and saw I had math next and I really had no idea where to find Sister Mary's class. I asked Lindsey if she knows where the class was and she said she was heading to the same class as me.
We started to walk to our lockers to get our books. I looked over to see Lindsey. She is a really pretty girl and I don't think I can actually stop thinking to myself about how pretty she is, and not to mention how much talent she has in art. She turned to look at me and I gave a small smile and pretended to look at the posters.
Lindsey asked me if I remembered who I had shadowed. At first I didn't know what she was talking about but then I remembered. I coudn't remember they guy's name. I was pretty sure it had something to do with Ray. Lindsey asked if it had been either a Ray Toro or a Ray Sanchez. All I really remembered was a guy with really curly hair. Lindsey seemed to be excited and said that I was paired up with Ray Toro. She also had a nickname for him, which was Ray Ray.
I mention that I might've remembered seeing her around while I was Shadowing and she said the same thing too and asked if I had a bruised eye when I came. The whole school probably remembers me by that now. When I answered her, she asked how I got it.
I can tell she didn't want to pressure me on to saying anything I didn't feel comfortable saying out loud. I said I got beat up. Lindsey didn't ask me anymore questions about it, but she said she was sorry for what had happen. Of course it wasn't her fault I am such a big loser, but I didn't say the last part out loud.
"Hey, if those guys ever come and beat you up like that then call me so I can hunt them down and hit 'em where it hurts." Lindsey said.
I laughed. "I will. And thanks, too." I said.
"Why thank me?" She asked as we started to head to the staircase.
"F-for being my f-friend?" I said. Oh God here it goes again.
She might not want to be your friend, Gerard. She's just being nice to you.
"Yes I am your friend and I will always be your friend." She said with a smile.
A friend. I actually have a friend now. And I made a friend the first day I am here. Maybe things will get better.