Gerard's POV:
English, Maths, Chemistry, lunch, Art, Music, home. A typical Monday at school for me (minus the beatings and name calling). I have one friend. My bestfriend. Faye Clipper. She's really nice to me, and we have a really good time together. In fact she and Mikey are the only friends I've ever had. But now... even Mikey hates me, and Faye is always busy lately, so my usual nights after school involves listening to music, drawing, feeling sorry for myself, and well, self-harming.

That's right. Gerard Arthur Way, the nerd who fails at life, has no friends, is only capable at being good at one thing-art- is a suicidal boy. Sometimes, I even think my parents hate me.

I'm in year 10 (A/N 9th grade for you Americans. Sorry I'm English and don't get the American school system thing) at the moment, and I can't wait to leave school. I think I want to be a comic book writer/artist when I leave. Only three years left...

On that note, I should probably get up and get ready for school. It's already half past seven (not like I've got anything to hurry for). I drag myself out of bed, wishing I didn't stay up till 3:30 am finishing my chemistry homework. When I say finishing, I mean turning the house upside down looking for it, and then starting, and completing it.

I scan my wardrobe for something decent to wear... Hmm, my Misfits top? No. The Smashing Pumpkins top? Better not, I bet this hasn't been washed in weeks. I spot my Nirvana shirt lurking in the corner of my wardrobe. I decide to wear this seen as it hasn't seen the living daylight in about 2 months. I throw on my Nirvana shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans, a black belt with studs on, and my black converse.

I have a wash, and attack my long black mop with a brush, and attempt to draw on my eyeliner. Wow, I look emo today. I head downstairs, get a few dirty looks off of Mikey, a morning from mum, a nod from dad, and head to the fridge. Nothing interesting in here.
"Honey, there's some toast here I made for you. And there is a bottle of water in the other fridge downstairs."
I grab the toast, go to get the water, check I have my homework, chuck my Misfits jumper on, take my bag, and head for the door.
"Bye mom, bye dad"
and set off on my 15 minute journey to that dump we call school.


Franks POV:
I wake up and it's cold. I realise my duvet is on the floor. I turn my head to look at my digital clock that sits beside my bed. 8:03 a.m. Fuck fuck fuckidy fuck fuck. I have to be in school in 27 minutes!

I jump out of bed, tripping over my duvet on the way to my bedroom door. I scurry to the bathroom and have a wash.

I hate Mondays. I only enjoy 2 subjects - Music and Physics. Drama is okay, but I get really embarrassed when we have to perform because people make fun of whatever I've put together, whether it is good or not.

I brush my curls and think about whether I should wear eyeliner or not. NO TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT FRANK!! I decide to finish getting ready for hell first before I put eyeliner on, in case I don't have time.

I dash to my bedroom and swing the wardrobe doors open and peek through to find some clothes that I haven't worn this week. A pair of red, ripped skinny jeans, a white studded belt, black vans, my Pierce The Veil shirt and Good Charlotte jumper. It was 8:14. I guess I could quickly put a bit of eyeliner on. 8:16. I sprint downstairs, grab my bag, kiss mum goodbye and rush to school. I only just make it on time, when I run into a strange boy.


A/N HIIIII, so how is chapter one? I'm not to keen on it, but I tried. This is the first story I've published on here and on Wattpad, and my first Frerard. Eeeek.

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