Playing With Fire

I brutally poked the 'off' button on my phones alarm. Another shitty day at school to come. I rolled out of my small sized bed, still wondering why I haven't gotten one that's more of my size. I dragged myself over to my closet, pulling out an Iron Maiden t-shirt, and some gray skinny jeans from my drawers. I walked into my bathroom, fixing my hair up, and brushing my teeth. I slid on all six of my bracelets, then walked out of my room. I didn't even bother to get breakfast, because I was too lazy and tired to get myself some. My mom normally would have been here when I woke up, but I guess her boss or something said she had to be to work earlier than usual. Whatever. I put on my coat and threw my backpack over my shoulders and slipped out of my isolated apartment. I flipped through my playlist, clicking on Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden. Satisfied, I began my walk to school.
The day went by how it normally would, quite suckish, but at least I got to go home and be by myself for thee hours.
The whole time I was home today, I thought about my cousin Gerard, and how fucking awesome he was. I haven't seen him for quite a while, but as far as I know, he's fuckin' cool.

--Time lapse--

"You know we're moving into your grandpa's, right?" My mom said.
"Yes mom, this is all you ever talk about," I said in quite of an annoyed tone. I really didn't like my mom too much. I mean, she cared about me, unlike my dad, but I think she cared a little too much.
"Loose the attitude, Frank," she snapped. "Anyways, your cousin Gerard is moving in, too." I nearly screamed when I heard this. Gerard is seriously one of the coolest people I've ever met, and now I'm moving in with him?
"Thats cool" is all that escaped my lips.

Notes

Sup. I know this is quite the short chapter, but they will be longer, don't worry. Tell me how you guys like it so far!