Wolf Hearts

Laughter, laughter and crude jokes was about the only audible thing on the bus, I wasn't listening to that, obviously, I'm not stupid. I was listening to heavy guitars and screams that sounded like it would've rocked the devil's house, but I was the only person in the world that could hear it. The bus just then adjusted into a stop. We were here, why a meteor didn't hit the bus, I don't know. But none the less, little thirteen year old me was soon walking off the yellow bus into the hands of torture, I hated this place more than anything in the entire world. Not that I hated the school itself, I just didn't like-
"Hello little girl," he whispered as his hand pulled me towards the lockers' cold metal, hitting it with a clunk
Speak of the devil, who's name is Mikey Way
"Ya gonna say something today girlie?"
I shook my head no and looked towards the ground, he got a real good kick at my shins, knocking me over and causing me to fall to my knees. He pulled me up by my hair and made me look into his cold, gold eyes. He moved as close to my ear as he could and whispered so coldly, he might as well been at the North Pole
"Good, we wouldn't want to squeal like yesterday, now would we"
I shook my head and he set me free, I saw him run over to his other friends, him being the popular sixteen year old boy he was. I even caught him necking with his girlfriend, that bitch Ashley who's always following him around like a lost puppy, I took note of his other jerk-off friends, Robert 'Bob' Bryar and Ray Toro, two beefy sophomores who probably took steroids. I got a couple kicks from the idea of them overdosing and dying, but other than that, I just went to Advanced Algebra, listening to the chitter-chatter of cliques and friend groups nicking each other with highlights of their weekend plans. If you wanna know why I'm not discussing the weekend with some friend or necking with some cutie pie, I'll just put this in the easiest way possible.
I'm thirteen and I'm smarter than most of the sophomores in my classes. I skipped quite a few grades by using my little outcasted mind. I was sitting at my desk, looking through my notebook, smiling at my list of most painful ways to die and at my doodles of hanging stick men.
"Frank Iero"
"Here" I whispered
Ms. Delilah heard me and continued with role call. Yeah, I probably forgot to mention, my name is Frank Iero and I'm a complete and udder basket case.

Notes