Sharpen your teeth & bite as hard as you want.
I smell the lies dancing on your blackened lungs.
Gerard's Point of View.
"Hi, I'm Gerard", I said to the flustered kid that just sat next to me.
"Hi, I'm Frank", he was still scared. I smirked because I knew exactly why he was scared.
"So, you're a Freshman?"
"Is it really that obvious?"
"Yeah, there's only three types of people that walk into homeroom with that cared shitless look on their faces the first day; Freshman, transfer kids, and privates. The security guards won't hurt you, just don't upset them and you won't get punched in the face like the kid last year", I explain.
"A student got punched in the face by a security?"
"We don't talk about it."
"Well, yeah I was a little freaked out when we came in and the first thing they told us was to 'remove all electronics, open your bags, and pass through the metal detectors.' We did not have any of this security shit in middle school."
"Yep. High school: prison training for some, airport experience for others", I joked.
Frank thought it was funnier than I intended and burst out giggling and laughing. I'm telling you, freshman are the easiest people to entertain. He eventually recollected himself and asked,"What about you, what grade are you in?"
"9R."
He cocked his head to the side,"Meaning......?"
"Meaning I technically 'passed' ninth grade, but I didn't get to tenth", I shrugged.
"What the hell does that even mean?!"
"I don't know, this school doesn't function like others. We have police officers, block schedule-I'll explain later- and the people here don't do eye contact. If you look at someone and they think you're mocking them or something, shit will go down, and I'm sorry but you will most likely get your ass handed to you", I put my hand on his shoulder as I explained.
Frank was clearly a bit intimidated by the high school.
"How do people survive this for 4 years?!", he questioned.
"We just do, because HERE I AM!!", I said proudly as I stood on the chair.
"Gerard, I suggest you calm yourself and get into dress code before you get sent to in-school", the homeroom teacher snapped.
"My apologies good sir", I replied as I took off my blue beanie and sat back down in my seat.
Frank once again fell into a giggle fit and the teacher just rolled his eyes.
"C'mon Frank, let's go talk to my friends", I said pulling at his arm to get him to follow me.
"Alright, but them you gotta explain what the fuck block scheduling is", he pleaded exasperated with very thing I told him.
"Okay, but for now, guys this is my new friend Frank."
Who would've thought that the scared little Freshman I met just 3 years ago would become a total dickhead to me and have the whole school wrapped around his little finger and get them all to hate me?
I shouldn't have been so open to being his friend and telling home things I wanted kept confidential because now look at where I am, I have only one friend other than my younger brother.
I just needed to make it through this final year of high school, just 9 short months and I'll be home free.
"Hi, I'm Gerard", I said to the flustered kid that just sat next to me.
"Hi, I'm Frank", he was still scared. I smirked because I knew exactly why he was scared.
"So, you're a Freshman?"
"Is it really that obvious?"
"Yeah, there's only three types of people that walk into homeroom with that cared shitless look on their faces the first day; Freshman, transfer kids, and privates. The security guards won't hurt you, just don't upset them and you won't get punched in the face like the kid last year", I explain.
"A student got punched in the face by a security?"
"We don't talk about it."
"Well, yeah I was a little freaked out when we came in and the first thing they told us was to 'remove all electronics, open your bags, and pass through the metal detectors.' We did not have any of this security shit in middle school."
"Yep. High school: prison training for some, airport experience for others", I joked.
Frank thought it was funnier than I intended and burst out giggling and laughing. I'm telling you, freshman are the easiest people to entertain. He eventually recollected himself and asked,"What about you, what grade are you in?"
"9R."
He cocked his head to the side,"Meaning......?"
"Meaning I technically 'passed' ninth grade, but I didn't get to tenth", I shrugged.
"What the hell does that even mean?!"
"I don't know, this school doesn't function like others. We have police officers, block schedule-I'll explain later- and the people here don't do eye contact. If you look at someone and they think you're mocking them or something, shit will go down, and I'm sorry but you will most likely get your ass handed to you", I put my hand on his shoulder as I explained.
Frank was clearly a bit intimidated by the high school.
"How do people survive this for 4 years?!", he questioned.
"We just do, because HERE I AM!!", I said proudly as I stood on the chair.
"Gerard, I suggest you calm yourself and get into dress code before you get sent to in-school", the homeroom teacher snapped.
"My apologies good sir", I replied as I took off my blue beanie and sat back down in my seat.
Frank once again fell into a giggle fit and the teacher just rolled his eyes.
"C'mon Frank, let's go talk to my friends", I said pulling at his arm to get him to follow me.
"Alright, but them you gotta explain what the fuck block scheduling is", he pleaded exasperated with very thing I told him.
"Okay, but for now, guys this is my new friend Frank."
Who would've thought that the scared little Freshman I met just 3 years ago would become a total dickhead to me and have the whole school wrapped around his little finger and get them all to hate me?
I shouldn't have been so open to being his friend and telling home things I wanted kept confidential because now look at where I am, I have only one friend other than my younger brother.
I just needed to make it through this final year of high school, just 9 short months and I'll be home free.
Notes
Title Credit:
For Stevie Wonders Eyes Only(Braille) - Bring Me the Horizon
•Oh Bring Me, you and your song titles.
•So yeah, I'm writing a thing. Comment and stuff because if you don't like it I really shouldn't waste my time.
:D
good night/ good afternoon/ good morning my bros and hoes.
i kid, I kid.
updatess
1/19/14