Hey Mr. Way

Frank's P.O.V

My alarm went off, with it's extremely annoying half-beeping-half-screeching noise it makes, and I decided to drag myself out of bed to turn it off. The sky was white and it looked quite cold outside. As I dragged my clothes on I heard a knock on my bedroom door. '' Come in, '' I called over the sterio. '' Turn that down! And get ready to go, we're setting off soon! '' Called my mum from outside the door. 'Fuck you' I thought as I turned my sterio down by one. I grabbed my tattered rucksack and my worn leather jacket and went into the kitchen where my mum was making her breakfast. '' Want something? '' she offered. She was only trying to be polite, but I really didn't want anything. I don't ever want to eat breakfast but she still tries to get me to eat every morning. I replied with '' Nah, I'm okay thanks '' and headed out of the door. I didn't want a lift from my mum because I'd look stupid if I was seen getting out of the car and my mum waving bye to me like she always used to. I'd rather walk, even if it is colder than I thought. I pulled my fingerless gloves out of my pockets and put them on as I walked closer and closer to the hell most people call ' School '

'' FUCK YOU, IERO! ''
'' Oh, my god, it's that fag again. ''
'' I thought he'd have left by now. ''
'' HEY FAGGOT! ''
'' Hah, that twat had the nerve to come back here! ''
Was what I heard as I walked through the school entrance. Why was it always me who everyone called names, who everyone shoved into the walls and lockers, who even got locked inside the lockers sometimes? I walked quickly down the cooridor and got to my first class. Math. The worst lesson ever. A piece of screwed up paper hit me on the head as soon as the door opened. I walked to the back of the classroom and heard someone mutter '' Emo fag '' undertheir breath as I walked past. A leg stuck out and tripped me and I heard a chorus of laughter as I got back up. I looked at the person who had tripped me. It was Tyler Jackson, the most popular boy in my year. He has blond hair with loads of gel and is one of the trouble makers. I slumped into my seat and stared at the teacher. An old grey man who looked like he could colapse any second. He droned on and on about long divison for what seemed an eternity, but it was really only 20 minutes. A sheet was given to me and I just stared at it. I had no idea what I was doing so I just wrote down random answers. The bell rang and I faced the cooridors for the second time today as I went to break. I went from break to Drama, Drama to Science, Science to History, History to lunch (in which I didn't eat anything), lunch to Geography and Geography to -finally- Art. Art was my favourite lesson and I've been waiting all day for it!

Notes

First chapter done woo! Hopefully getting another uploaded today guys x

~ FaBul0us_KiLLj0y