Take My Hand and Never Be Afraid Again

I don't know why but my parents decided that after a whole life spent being homeschooled, senior year of high school would be the perfect time to enroll me into an actual school....with people.... Everybody has already grouped up friend-wise and the next year I would be going to college anyway, but still they insisted, and enrolled me in Our Lady of Sorrows, which sounded like a private religious school but was actually just a 'top-of-the-line' public school.

'It will help your depression' they said. 'You'll be out of the house more and can meet new people.'

All of it was crap and with the first day upon me, I was not a happy camper to say the least. In the hopes of avoiding my mother's hawk-like stare over my lack of breakfast, I left 45 minutes early for a school only a ten minute walk away. I hadn't bothered much with my appearance, opting for smokey eyes, nude lips and an outfit that consisted of black skinnies, a large misfits sweater and thigh high boots. My fire-engine red hair was left in its natural curls, but pulled back loosely into a bun, just a couple of strands hanging down to frame my face....okay, so I lied. I had spent what seemed like forever getting ready, hoping to make the fat, ugly monster that I was somewhat presentable.

Being so early, only faculty was at the school, so after grabbing my schedule I darted back outside to have my morning smoke, something I desperately needed to still my nerves. The issue was that my lighter wasn't there and after a couple minutes of searching and fuming I gave up and slammed my head into my hands, certain this was an omen. Eventually, people began to arrive, but I stayed that way for a while until out of nowhere I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump.

"Holy fuckstick!" I shouted, quickly standing and nearly falling in the process. The person who had startled me was a boy about my height (short in case you needed to know), longish black hair, several facial piercings and big, beautiful hazel eyes. At my expression he laughed, causing me to back away one step further, nervously tugging at my sleeves.

"Sorry, I didn;t mean to startle you. I actually thought you were my friend from a distance. Same hair color," he giggled, gesturing vaguely to my hair. "So, are you new here? I think I would remember a girl like you."

"Uh..yeah, I am actually. I was home-schooled up until this year...senior year of all years."

"Fuck, that sucks, I'm sorry." he whistled, shooting his eyebrows comically up. "I'm a senior too. Have your schedule yet?"

I nodded and handed it over to him as he pulled out an identical piece of paper and began comparing them. With excitement he informed me that we had all but once class together, and the one that we didn't have I would surely be in with his friend, Gerard, because only one college-level art class was offered at the school.

"Shit," he said, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it up. "Gerard is a freak with art, in a good way of course. If you're in that class too then I would love to see some of your work." I weighed the options, thinking back to my most recent pieces.

"I'll think about it," I finally said, "if you'll let me bum a light." I wiggled my unlit cig in front of him.

"But of course, my lady."I giggled, a strange sound coming from me as I wasn't used to it, and leaned forward as he lit my cigarette. We stood there for a couple minutes in silence until I finally broke it.

"So what's your name?"

"Frank. Frank Iero" he said, holding his hand out to shake. "And yours?"

"Pandora Grey." I replied, taking his hand in mine as he smiled.

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl"

Notes

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