The Ghost of You
Chapter 2
Frank POV
Gerard Way. My freaking partner in first period is Gerard Way. I can’t believe this. The last time I talked to him was when we stopped being friends. That was so long ago. It was three years to be exact. I’ve had three years without a single friend since then.
Well, okay, I do have friends. They’re just not real friends. They hang out with me because they know that they can get things from me. I “help” them with their homework; I let them play with my video games and such. I loan them money. Believe me, I know that they’re only using me, but I just don’t want to be alone. I know that without Gerard or any of my other friends that left me when the incident happened, I would have nobody. So I opt for people who don’t care for me. And lately, I started thinking that I’m lonelier in their company than just in my own.
Gerard still hangs out with the people he did before we stopped talking to each other, though. Ray is the spiritual adviser of the group. He keeps everyone on track and is the wisest person I know...knew. He taught me how to play guitar in eighth grade, but I will never be as good as him. He is going to make it big one day if he keeps playing. Bob is also a member of the group. He is a rock on the outside, but a total teddy bear on the inside. He used to defend us in middle school when people would try to steal our lunch money.
We used to all be inseparable until it happened. After it did, everyone sided with Gerard and they stopped inviting me out for pizza or to sit with them at lunch. I could say that they all bullied me out of their group, but that would be a lie. I could have handled the situation better and things wouldn’t have changed as much as they did.
You never know how much you hate yourself until everyone reminds you of it.
I am currently wasting away in study hall. The school considers study hall as a class to catch up on homework in. However, I have always used study hall as a way to do exactly nothing for a full half hour when I probably have work to do. This is my last class of the day, so obviously I am itching for the clock to strike 3:15. But alas, it is 3:00, and I have fifteen minutes to waste. So I ponder life, and think about food, and what album I want to listen to when I get home from school. After all of that going through my mind for a while, its only 3:07. I lay my head on the desk and try to rest for the remaining of the class, and it works.
I wake to the sound of the school bell ringing its ass off. I grab my back pack and run out of the classroom, and then out of the school. I don’t live too far from the school, so I walk to and from everyday. After about ten or so minutes of walking, I reach my house. When I enter, my mom is in the kitchen baking cookies.
“Frank! I’m making cookies! They’re chocolate chip, your favorite. I just took the first batch out; get them while they’re warm!” My mom sets a timer shaped like a chicken, and walks toward me with a plat of cookies.
“Mom, why are you acting like we’re on an after school sitcom? You never just bake cookies.” I ask, grabbing a cookie of the plate and biting into it.
“You caught me. Your cousin Lindsey is coming in for a few weeks. She is starting college here in town in a week and she need some place to crash while they spray her new apartment for ants.”
“And that has what to do with cookies?” I ask, taking another cookie and shoving it into my mouth. She was right, chocolate chip are my favorite.
“I wanted her to feel better, she just got here and she’s already nervous for college next week, poor girl.”
I nod and run up stairs to my room while mom goes to tend to the cookie timer. When I reach my room, I sling the door open, then closed, and throw my bag somewhere out of sight. I kick of my shoes, put my favorite Black Flag album into the stereo, and jump into bed. As the music starts blasting into my ears, and my eyelids become heavy, I begin to think about Gerard.
I think about how I’m going to deal with sitting with him this year. He hates me, they all hate me, but I don’t want it to effect school. I want to be friends again, I just don’t know how. I wish ninth grade never happened. Suddenly, the world becomes dark and I can’t understand the words to the song playing. As I drift to sleep, one thought is on my mind. The incident in ninth grade.
Gerard Way. My freaking partner in first period is Gerard Way. I can’t believe this. The last time I talked to him was when we stopped being friends. That was so long ago. It was three years to be exact. I’ve had three years without a single friend since then.
Well, okay, I do have friends. They’re just not real friends. They hang out with me because they know that they can get things from me. I “help” them with their homework; I let them play with my video games and such. I loan them money. Believe me, I know that they’re only using me, but I just don’t want to be alone. I know that without Gerard or any of my other friends that left me when the incident happened, I would have nobody. So I opt for people who don’t care for me. And lately, I started thinking that I’m lonelier in their company than just in my own.
Gerard still hangs out with the people he did before we stopped talking to each other, though. Ray is the spiritual adviser of the group. He keeps everyone on track and is the wisest person I know...knew. He taught me how to play guitar in eighth grade, but I will never be as good as him. He is going to make it big one day if he keeps playing. Bob is also a member of the group. He is a rock on the outside, but a total teddy bear on the inside. He used to defend us in middle school when people would try to steal our lunch money.
We used to all be inseparable until it happened. After it did, everyone sided with Gerard and they stopped inviting me out for pizza or to sit with them at lunch. I could say that they all bullied me out of their group, but that would be a lie. I could have handled the situation better and things wouldn’t have changed as much as they did.
You never know how much you hate yourself until everyone reminds you of it.
I am currently wasting away in study hall. The school considers study hall as a class to catch up on homework in. However, I have always used study hall as a way to do exactly nothing for a full half hour when I probably have work to do. This is my last class of the day, so obviously I am itching for the clock to strike 3:15. But alas, it is 3:00, and I have fifteen minutes to waste. So I ponder life, and think about food, and what album I want to listen to when I get home from school. After all of that going through my mind for a while, its only 3:07. I lay my head on the desk and try to rest for the remaining of the class, and it works.
I wake to the sound of the school bell ringing its ass off. I grab my back pack and run out of the classroom, and then out of the school. I don’t live too far from the school, so I walk to and from everyday. After about ten or so minutes of walking, I reach my house. When I enter, my mom is in the kitchen baking cookies.
“Frank! I’m making cookies! They’re chocolate chip, your favorite. I just took the first batch out; get them while they’re warm!” My mom sets a timer shaped like a chicken, and walks toward me with a plat of cookies.
“Mom, why are you acting like we’re on an after school sitcom? You never just bake cookies.” I ask, grabbing a cookie of the plate and biting into it.
“You caught me. Your cousin Lindsey is coming in for a few weeks. She is starting college here in town in a week and she need some place to crash while they spray her new apartment for ants.”
“And that has what to do with cookies?” I ask, taking another cookie and shoving it into my mouth. She was right, chocolate chip are my favorite.
“I wanted her to feel better, she just got here and she’s already nervous for college next week, poor girl.”
I nod and run up stairs to my room while mom goes to tend to the cookie timer. When I reach my room, I sling the door open, then closed, and throw my bag somewhere out of sight. I kick of my shoes, put my favorite Black Flag album into the stereo, and jump into bed. As the music starts blasting into my ears, and my eyelids become heavy, I begin to think about Gerard.
I think about how I’m going to deal with sitting with him this year. He hates me, they all hate me, but I don’t want it to effect school. I want to be friends again, I just don’t know how. I wish ninth grade never happened. Suddenly, the world becomes dark and I can’t understand the words to the song playing. As I drift to sleep, one thought is on my mind. The incident in ninth grade.
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2/14/14