-Frank's POV-
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! 'Oh god, not this again' I open my eyes, trying to blink some of the blurriness away. I force my body to turn over and look at my alarm clock. 7:30 am. It's the first day of school. Believe it or not, I've somehow lasted 11 years of school, and this is the final year. 'Just one more year' I think, trying to persuade myself out of this warm, comforting bed. After 5 minutes of internal conflict, I throw my legs over the edge and stand. I stumble to bathroom, deciding to take a shower. Hurling my boxers into the hamper, I turn on the faucet. For some reason, I felt compelled to make an effort and look like I actually cared this year (or maybe just today..?) The water eventually got hot enough for me. I hop in, the steam enveloping me in a tight embrace. I squirt a generous amount of shampoo into my hair and lather it all over my body. The water caresses my skin and rinses my hair. Although I could've stayed in much longer, I hurry out, knowing I don't have too much time and grab a towel. I headed back down the carpeted hall to my room. Clothes were skewed across the floor, my closet an absolute wreck. A clean Pink Floyd shirt catches my eye, along with my favorite black skinny jeans. I toss them on, quickly comb my hair as best as possible and throw on my old, beat up combat boots. Eyeliner, I remember.Eyeliner was essentially to everyday life now. I apply 2008-Pete-Wentz-style and brush on a bit of red eye shadow, thinking I look 'cool' and 'tough'. 'Oh who are you kidding? You'll always be uncool.' Heading down the stairs, I pick up my backpack, binder, and notebooks.
"Morning Frankie," my mother greets. I simply smile at her, trying to wolf down the toast she made for me quickly. It's just been me and her since I was 5. My dad was arrested for his work in the drug distribution industry and we haven't since or heard from him since. Mom and I have been close ever since I was little. Mom's always supported me in everything I do, whether it be something at school or with my bands. She paid for guitar lessons and let me use the basement as a practice area. Money was a major issue, what with my dead-beat dad never sending any support, but she somehow managed to provide. She even got my favorite guitar Pansy for my 16th birthday. We were stuck eating Ramen for months but got by just fine. 'Ray should be here any minute now.' Just as I finish my thought, I hear a loud honk coming from outside. Parked outside was a jet-black 1990 Ford F150, my afro'd buddy behind the wheel.
"Gotta go Mom. Wish me luck!" I yell, hurriedly picking up my guitar case and slinging my backpack over my shoulder.
"Love you! Oh, and I won't see you til later. I'm taking Jane's shift done at the salon. Eat whatever's in the fridge when you get back home. Say hey to Ray for me," I run out the door and jump in the truck. I greet my friend after I throw my stuff in the back.
"Hey 'fro! Haven't seen you in ages, where ya been? What have you been doing, or should I ask who?" We both laugh at my pathetic attempt at humor. Ray was extremely busy all summer with job down at the mechanics shop and didn't have much time to visit with his friends. He's still making payments on his truck, or 'baby' as he refers to it.
"Watch it midget or you'll get a fist to the face. You know I've been busy lately and I'm sorry about that."
"Oi, watch the 'midget' jokes alright? I don't wanna get picked on before I get back to that hell hole." He backs out of the driveway and onto the main road. Ray starts in about a new Deadpool comic he's reading, but I zone out and start thinking about school. I looked pretty decent, could've used more eyeliner though. Maybe this year I'll get more classes with Ray, but it's not likely. He's a pretty smart kid, I'm just average. 'Maybe Mikey..' I've known Mikey Way since 5th grade. We were close in middle school, but not so much lately. I had been missing that kid. 'That should change this year.' Ray interrupts my internal conversation.
"Short stuff, stop staring off into space. We're almost there," I looked out the window. Oh godddd... The girls were wearing their slutty usuals - shorts so small and tight they might as well not wear anything at all, blouses that show too much cleavage, and enough makeup to fill the lake by our school. They practically throw themselves at the jocks and football players (who gladly accept, I might add) I wanted to throw up. I wasn't into girl. While I was sitting there disgusted, though, Ray was practically drooling.
"Whoa, down boy. Don't make us get into an accident now," I tease. He snaps back into reality and parks the truck towards the front of the C lot. We grab our things out of the back and head to the front office to pick up our schedules. I'm kind of nervous about it. Not many people like me - not that I like them either - but it'd be nice to get into some of the same classes as my buddies. I mean, come on, it's the last year. I wanna go out of this 12-year misery with a bang. The grey-haired secretary looks over the rim of her glasses at us disappointedly and asks for our names. She shuffles through the records and hands us both our schedules.
First Period - Homeroom w/Mrs. Cothran, Section B, Hall A, Room 12

Second Period - Art I w/ Mr. Way, Section B, Hall C, Room 21

Third Period - Trigonometry w/Mr. Deeds, Section B, Hall C, Room 23

Fourth Period - Lunch, Section A

Fifth Period - Economics w/Ms. Jordy, Section A, Hall A, Room 2

Sixth Period - English IV w/ Mrs. Fair, Section A, Hall A, Room 9

Seventh Period - Creative Writing w/Mr. Way, Section B, Hall C, Room 22


Well, my schedule wasn't as bad as I thought. Ray and I have homeroom, lunch, and English together. 'Mr. Way?' I wonder. 'Never heard of him.' I ask Ray if he had heard of him.
"Nah man. He's probably just new. Let's head off to homeroom," I follow behind him as he navigates the halls like the pro he is. I hate Art and Creative Writing, so I guess I'm definitely gonna hate this Mr. Way. 'Probably some old, senile perv with a hunched back and no hair..' I chuckle to myself. 'Maybe I will be good at creative writing this year. I can come up with some pretty strange characters!' As we wonder the halls, I bump into none other than Mikey Way!
"Hey Mikes! Just the man I wanted to see! What's up?" We caught up the past 3 years of our lives in about 5 minutes. Not much had changed with either of us. Mikey was a quiet, laid back kid anyway-didn't say or do much. It was nice just to talk to him like old pals. He handed me his schedule and we compared ours. It turns out we had homeroom, Art I, and Lunch together! This was great! We headed down to Mrs. Cothran's room. I had a feeling that this year was gonna be interesting. It was already off to a great start.

Notes

AHH This is my first fanfic ever! Definitely not my first story, but this is big! I think I wrote this in about 2 hours tonight, so please leave me (nice) suggestions and comments. Thank you so much for reading! Next chapter will probably include more Mikey and a certain teacher.. :)

-xo OfSaints&Sinners
p.s the rating of PG-13 may change to R for later chapters (not sure though), so be warned