Love Is A Crazy Cycle

Frank:

When I arrived at the school, fifteen minutes after I left my house, I could tell that I was screwed from the moment I first laid my eyes on the chipping paint, the fading brickwork, and the smudged windows. From a distance, it didn't look so bad. When you walked towards it, well, that's another story.

The building looked almost like a prison, but that's just me. I honestly thought at first that I went the wrong direction and that this wasn't the building I would be stuck in for hour long lectures for the next two years of my life, and that I had accidentally walked up to a penitentiary.

Well, that hope was crushed when I saw boys and girls, who looked both older and sluttier than me, walking into the building. They were holding hands, flirting, playing a round of good old tonsil hockey, or were just quiet. I tried my luck and went to a boy who was wearing an Anthrax shirt and looked like he wouldn't pulverize me for simply breathing.

"Um, hey."

Said boy looked up from his cellphone, fixing his crooked horn rimmed glasses, while he glanced at my face with a look of boredom mixed with surprise.

"Hi."

"I'm new here and I was sort of wondering if you could tell me where the main office is?"

The boy stood up straight, showing that he was in fact taller than me, but very lanky.

"Tell you? Hell, I'll give you the next best thing. Follow me."

"Wow, uh, thanks...?"

"Mikey, Mikey Way."

"Well, thanks Mikey, I'm Frank Iero."

We walked into the building, making small chat as he led me to the main office.

"Iero, huh? Sounds Italian."

"It is, my family comes from Italy."

"Sweet. Is the rumor that Italians eat shit tons of pasta true, then?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. So I see you listen to Anthrax, is that correct?"

"Hell yeah. Best band ever in my opinion."

"I prefer Black Flag, but hey, nothing beats good music."

"True that. So, Frank, where did you come from?"

"New York City. I didn't exactly fare off well there, so me and my mom moved to Belleville."

"What about your dad?"

"He chose to stay in the Big Apple. Him and my mom have been having some maritial problems. They asked who I wanted to stay with, I knew my mom would need some help, so I chose to live with her."

"Shit man, sorry to hear that."

"It's alright. They're working things out, I think."

"Well, here we go Frank. The main office."

He walked up to the secretary and cleared his throat.

"Mrs. Q?"

The elderly woman looked up at Mikey with a bored expression and a stone glare.

"What is it now, Michael?"

"Well, as you can see, my friend Frank here is new and needs his schedule."

"Fine. Here."

She handed me my list of classes along with my locker combination.

"Don't lose it Iero, or you can have lunch in the office with me."

"Um, thanks?"

Mikey quickly led me out of the office, taking my schedule from my grasp and holding it to where he could read it.

"Aw fuck yeah, you have the same classes as me! Ah shit."

"What's wrong?"

"That means I have to introduce you to my big brother."

"Who's he?"

"The Art Teacher."

He grabbed my arm and quickly started walking down the hallway with me hot on his tail. He kept checking the classrooms for something but kept passing by them until he eventually stopped in front of a door that was cut off from the rest of the classes in one of the dark corridors.

He eventually opened the door and peeked into the room, checking to make sure no one was inside. He then proceeded to pull me by my arm into the abandoned room and forced me to sit down in what I feel was a metal chair. I looked at him with a questioning glaze and he pulled out my schedule which, up until now, had been nestled in his back pocket.

He tossed the paper into my lap, which I then picked up. The first, and last, classes I had placed me in this room, which is apparently the Art room. At first I thought it was a dungeon, it sure as hell looked like it. Dark walls, red flooring, closed windows, and to top it all off, creepy looking paintings were scattered among the walls. Each decorated with a thin sheet of dust and maybe a few spider webs. I shivered, seeing the webs. I hate spiders.

"Mikey, why does the room look so...abandoned?"

"Well, that's the thing. My brother's class is usually really small, save for a small handful of kids in each class. He's kind of..."

Just then, we heard a large 'thump' from behind us. We turned to look at the intruder, who glared straight at me with a mysterious stare and a puzzled expression.

"Mikey, who is this?"

"This is Frank. He's new here. Frank, this is my brother, Gerard."

Notes

Hello Lovelies! Sorry for the wait, (Yet again.) I have to keep this short due to needing to shower and let my dog out before bed. So I have to skip the 'thanks for reading' part and go straight for the question of the day/night.

If you could travel back in time or forward, when would you go?
I would go to 2001, because, hello! MCR!

Anyways, thanks for reading see you tomorrow, and I love you all!

Sweet Horrors And Terrible Nightmares,
XOXO,
Screaming Tears
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