break my will to fly or love

"Frankie I'm going to work, I'll see ya after school. bye" mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

today was the first day of 12th grade. rumor has it, that there is this new teacher. what was his name.... hmm mr. mr. I can't remember. my best friend danny said he was hot. danny is the only one who knows I am gay and well I think the whole school knows it to.

I removed the warm covers off with a simple turn of my body. I placed my feet on the cold and walked over to my bathroom. I changed into my birthday suit and jumped into the warm water. I put the green colored soap in my hair, I felt the soap get all foamy and my hair slip between my fingers. I rinsed the foam out of my black and blonde hair. I then moved onto my body, feeling the cold bar of soap go over me.

After drying off, I put the gel into my hair to make it stand up, so I have a Mohawk type thing going on. I threw on my black skinny jeans and a misfits jacket with my bone gloves. along with my famous eyeliner of course.

I jumped over every other step of the stairs and hopped into the living room to watch mtv. i heard a ding from the kitchen, i ran to the ding to find a poptart waiting, calling my name. eat me asshole. yeah whatever.

i grabbed my backpack and got into my nice little jeep grand cheroke, and drove to school.


i parked in the parking area of the school, passing every fake bitch and jock in this school. danny, ray, bob, mikey and i are the only unpopular boys in the high school. mikey is in the 10 grade, so he can't see us as often. for the girls there was marla, kassey, jenn, and Victoria are the unpopulars. i was stared down as i walked into my homeroom with danny and bob. i entered the brighty colored English room and headed to the seat in the far back. people piled in as the second bell rang. ms.caroline went on and on about poetry and shit. i studied over the papers about the stuff we will be learning, shake spear, a man with a twisted head, sweet. i saw my schedule hiding underneath my textbook. a name passed my eye, mr.way and mr.kellon. i bet mr.kellon is that hot guy danny was talking about. mr.way sounds like an old man who has a billon cats and looks like a lemon. maybe he likes beer and has a beer gut.

the bell rang and it was time for mr.way's art class. i put in my locker code in and got my colored pencils and a sketch book. i opened the newly painted door. dark paint cover the door with his name on it. i guess i was early cause no one was there yet, i mean i know there is 10 minutes between ever class but it takes 3 to get here. a side door open and out came this black hair, sharp dressed man. his cheeks, a rose pink, sharp jawline and hazel orbs to make my heart skip a beat.

"hello. what is your name?" the man asked
"f-Frankie- i mean frank"
"i like fwankie more" he giggled
i remained quite as i saw his sassy hips moved my way.
"so we got sometime tell me about yourself?"
"i like comic books, horror movies, misfits, black flag and eyeliner, you?"
"no way i love comic books too. i like eyeliner its just most teachers prefer for me not to"
"nice oh and i play guitar"
"cool im just happy you aren't like the kids i went to school with. you know fake and bitchy?"
"well there is a lot of them and there is four others like me"
"oh no but a least you are cool, kid"
he called me kid. just killed the mood.
"art teacher?"
"yeah i like art. okay hey class is starting soon come here after school and i'll show you some of my favorite comics" he smiled
"sure" his grin widened

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