Well, I can explain what happened to my faith.

Gerard's P.O.V. *alarm clock goes off* I unwillingly pull down the cover from my head with my eyes still closed, before shoving my hand out to bang this annoying thing, sending it tumbling down and hitting the floor with a thud.

A clear indication that the devil's probably shattered to pieces.

Great. I'm soon gonna make a world record if this keeps going on. This was the... 15th, maybe 14th alarm clock that was assassinated by me. It may turn into a genocide soon. But damn did I feel satisfied to hear it crush and break into those tiny little pieces!

Wow... are you really planning on writing an entire essay about "annihilation of alarm clocks" in your head?

Maybe... the idea's not actually bad.

You're creepy.

No, I'm not. You mofo.

You do realise right.. that you actually called YOURSELF a mofo?

Oh fuck. Wait, what time is it though?

I grabbed my phone from the table beside the bed, still with my eyes closed. Then groggily forced my eyelids to open a bit. Thank god I kept the curtains closed. I really hate it when the first sight you're greeted with after opening your eyes... is the fucking blinding sunlight. It's the most disturbing thing ever. I checked the time on my phone. 7:30 am. Half an hour until school.

School.... the shrine for fake bitches and bastards. Ugh! Moreover, my fucking first day there. Great. Just great. Mum said it was gonna be a 10 minutes walk. So yeah, if I start now... I guess I'll make it on time. It was a good thing because then I wouldn't have to be on the school bus. Walking is just fine by me, I really enjoy the silence.

I practically dragged myself to the bathroom. I took a shower real quick. Don't judge. You know right I didn't have
the time for a long ass one. Really. I'm not unhygienic or anything like that. You can take a sniff, I do smell GOOD!

Seriously? You lazy ass. You never take a shower properly.

Who the fuck asked you?

You're narcissistic, you know that?

No I'm not. You are.

Well, sorry to break it to you... but darling, I am YOU.

Ugh! Shut up!

So I brushed, flushed, stretched and dressed and... TA DA! Just one more thing. I ran a hand through my wet jet black hair, messing it up even more than it already was. Perfect. I glanced at the wall clock that read 7:40. That was faster than I thought it'd be. So I've got 20 more minutes then. I grabbed the school bag from the study desk and made it out of my room.

Then I hopped downstairs and went straight to the dining table, where I was greeted by mum and Mikey. Mikey was my younger brother. This was going to be Mikey's first year of high school and he had a strong desire to go to Belleville High. Unfortunately after dad's transfer from Jersey to LA, we too had to move here with him. We'll be attending the same school.

But I was only gonna be here for a year, while that kid had to go through those four long years of this torture. Being different is the most common circumstance leading to being bullied. I was... when in New Jersey. And I'm not hoping anything different from this school as well. But I just don't want him to go through all that crap. I hope he doesn't.

Dad left early. He kinda have started to, once we moved in here. Mum and Mikey greeted me with a warm smile. Mum handed both of us our cups of coffee before grabbing hers and sitting across the table. Yes, even though he was only 15, Mikey had started to drink coffee.... sometimes even more than I did. I took a seat beside him and munched on my pancake, taking a sip from my coffee every now and then.

We had some small talk and after finishing breakfast, both of us said goodbye to mum and went out. We had exactly 15 minutes left. Most of the walk to the school was in silence, which I really liked. Mikey was just like me, he didn't like unnecessary conversations. But I knew deep down why he was so quiet. I knew he didn't like the idea of being here. He was planning on going to Belleville High where all his other friends were planning to go. I, on the other hand, was the socially detached. So I wasn't really upset.

Actually I wasn't even happy. Honestly I don't really know. We followed the directions given to us and found ourselves in front of the campus of St. John's in no time. We'd reached even earlier. We entered the premise with brisk steps. As soon as we stepped our foot in, Mikey turned to look at me and gave me a somewhat, nervous smile. I put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile, which he seemed to return afterwards.

The campus was pretty big and to be honest, I did like it. It was spacious and had a lot of greenery inside it. Even the building was pretty cool. Looking around- our eyes were met with possibly all the existent and non existent species of teenagers. We walked over through the little lawn in front, to the entrance of the building. We were aimlessly walking down the hallway, when suddenly Mikey's face seemed to light up. "Gerard I think I just saw an old friend of mine here. Hey, look he's gesturing me to come over.... " Mikey spoke with enthusiasm.

It's really good if he's found an old friend here. At least now he would cheer up a bit. I gave him a warm smile, "that's great dude. I think you should go to him!" He smiled widely but then asked furrowing his brows, "Will you be okay by yourself Gee?" I mustered up a grin, "of course! Hey, I'm older than you. What do you think, I can't take care of myself? Huh? Now go!" I pushed him lightly in that direction. He grinned at me one last time, before walking over to his friend who was wearing a grin upon his face as well.

So.... here I'm again... all by myself. I wanted him to be with me, but I couldn't be the barrier between him and his happiness. He'd be more happy with his friends. I again continued walking through the hallway. I needed to get to the principal's office and get my period schedule soon. I was informed about my locker number though. So it wasn't really hard to locate it.

I was just a few centimeters from my locker when suddenly I was hurled down into the floor by someone running into me. To stop any cuss word to escape, I bit the insides of my mouth. After all I didn't want to make enemies on my very first day. Mum actually made me promise her that. I let out a groan instead. The person still didn't even mutter a sorry.

I let my gaze travel to the person and realised...it was actually a she.

Notes

This is actually my very first shot, so if there's any grammatical errors just let me know and I'll fix it.
Much love
Cam xoxo