Enticing

"Good morning class, welcome to another exciting year of art." Mr Henderson says sarcastically, I know he does not want to be teaching students how to shade a circle or some crap like that. We live in Ida for Christ's sake. If you don't know where Ida is then let me explain, it is a small town in Louisiana total population: two hundred and twenty two people. How exciting!

I don't hate this place, I grew up here. We all did, I just wish it was more exciting sometimes. I want to be enticed, this is probably just my 'forever alone' side talking. "You're late, Way." Mr Henderson says to the infamous Gerard Way, he is supposedly a badass but I just don't see it. He is a smoker so he is probably going to get lung cancer and die, he is a player and he is one of those 'greasers' that every girl wants and every guy wants to be. Nuh-uh not me, I am not going to be a part of that stupidity.

"Okay everybody, I am going to you up with someone you would not usually work with and you are going to draw them, use as much detail as you want." Mr Henderson says pulling out a simple Yankees hat and shaking around the names of all the students.

"Frank Iero and Jamia Nestor," he says first I watch as Jamia blushes slightly before heading over to Iero, he is one of those greasers. "Tabitha Waite and Ray Toro." Ray is actually a really nice guy, I've been partnered with him on many projects, Tabitha or Tabby as she likes to be called is a total dumb ass, once she asked me how to spell cauliflower.

The partnering continues to go on until there is two people left me and, "Gerard Way." Mr Henderson says and I turn my head around slightly to see Gerard fuckin' Way smirking at me, Jesus what a nice way to start the school year. "Hello there sugar," he purrs sitting down on the chair next to mine. My natural instinct is to move away, he reeks of cigarettes which some girls find attractive, "let's just get started." I say and he begins to sketch on a piece of paper from his notebook.

~schools over~

Once school is over for the past five years, since I was eleven. I would walk over to the busted, highly unsafe park. It was my place of sanctuary, from as far as I can tell no one comes here except for me. "Well hello there baby." Some dude says, I look up a this face. This guy has greasy hair and a slight stubble, he has dark eyes, almost black. It frightens me quite a bit. "Would you kindly fuck off?" I ask and he lets out a hollow laugh, "babe I'd much rather fuck you." THATS IT I AM OUT OF HERE.

I attempt to to get away from this creepy guy but he grabs my wrists and places me against the climbing frame, "HELP!" I scream, I don't know what I was thought would happen. I was about to get raped by some dodgy old guy in a place no one goes, there was no use calling out for help.

"HEY YOU LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE!" A familiar voice calls out, why does it have to be him?

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