my way home is throuh you

(one week later)
"Hey Gerard freak way!" "Damn It." I was shoved into a locker by one of the big burly jocks, i don't know his name, but he's part of the football team.
The hallways were full of students, it was like a circus on steroids. Annoyed as I am, it doesn't help when I'm trying to pick up my drawings, that people are coming different ways down the hall, tredging all over them like a herd. I fumble to shove my drawings in my sketchbook and clumsily trudge down the hall. It was almost empty, except for the sounds of squeaking shoes running down the hallway echoing.
Once I slip through the lunchroom doors my eyes avert to look for my friends and brother. The waft of gross school food hits my nose, make me impulsively scrunch it.The noise of groups talking and joking around or annoyingly running around the lunchroom, i block out not caring what goes around me in this hole.I shoulder my back pack closer and tuck my sketchbook under my arm. My eyes shift to the far left corner of the lunchroom next to the exit, they were sitting there. Frank caught my eye and waved me over.
I realized I was still standing in the middle of the lunchroom stupidly and scurried through the isle of tables, a blonde headed shit in cheer leading suit and pink glittery high heals that looked like it came from porn magazine tried to trip me, but I was looking down at least so I stepped over it.
Mikey left an open seat between him and frank, I plop down in it. "Ok you know band practice is tonight right?" I asked imdiatly as i sat down. They all nodded and I sighed in relief. "Just think, maybe we could disturb the whole damn neighbor hood."bob snorts. After last band practice bob had gotten stopped by the patrol, he was asked what all that Racket it was and to this day it makes us laugh when bob said, "Uh excuse me officer,i hope you know for your information its music, so why don't you go masterbate your self while listening to some." and drove of leaving the officer standing there with his mouth gaping.
"I still don't understand people in your neihborhood." Frank said. "Well we hardly communicate any neighbors." i shook my head. "Well speaking of neighbors.." Mikey started as he put up his comic, well the one i let him called "Tales from the crypt." "You know we saw moving truck at that house across from us." I finished. "What at that old victiorian, runned down house, where some creepy old man used to live?" Ray squeeked. That house gave him the creeps more than any of us. "Mr.Gaffer." i corrected. "And yeah he was a creepy asshole man, who died in it."
The lunchroom, was about empty now except for the five of us and the nasty stale smell that lingers and echos on the peachy grey colored walls. Frank all of a sudden came and sat down in my lap like i was a chair and put his arms around my neck. "You know, maybe we should go see this new neighbor of yours." he smirked. I intented to knock him out of my lap, but i smiled and played along. "Yeah what do you mean?" he seemed to be in thought for a second. "I want to see if its really haunt-" Thats when i really knocked him out of my ap and he sound of his ass hitting the gritty floor echoed through the lunchroom. He got up hold his butt. "What was that for?!" i gave him the hell no look.
"Well i got to get to class." Ray shook his afro head. "Oh not gonna ditch class are you?" Frank mimicked a goody two shoes voice. "Oh shut up iero. As far as im concerned you want to get a look in that house and i say hell no, i dont car if anyone is living in it." Ray retorted. He huffled past him and gave us a wave "Later."
That struck frank clueless. "Well we should get to class." Bob grunted as he got up. "Actually im going to take as smoke." i sighed. "What ar you doing?" frank and mikey echoed. "Ditching class." i simply replied as i heade toward the lunchroom exit towing my book bag. "Well im coming too." They echoed again. They probably have no idea what im doing, but if we get caught, as usual were the trouble makers but its worth it and only live eight blocks from here.
As i slowly walk own the side walk with a cigarette in my mouth and the frank and mikey behind me, i start to wonder if i even want to go to see te house or if i run into our "New neighbors." but my feet kept carrying me. We passed through tow of people waling up and down the sidewalk heading to work or college. They would ither throw looks our way or swat my smoke a way if it pases close to their face.
We finally entered the neighbor hood. i stomped on my cigarette as we pass mine and mikey's house. This was a deacant neighboorhood for new jersey, but all i can tell you crimes happen everywhere. "Gerard!" Mikey gasped, "we're not going to.." frank trailed off. i dont kow why they made such a big deal out of it. We stepped into the big drive way. there wa big old banged up moving truck in front of the house. "We're meeting our new neighbors mikey."

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