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I Don't Believe In God

Angsty Teen , Gerard Way

I took a deep inhale of my cigarette , preparing myself for the hell called “school” ahead of me. Students mulled around , greeting eachother from the long antagonizing summer. The sound of shrieking girls practically burst my eardrums. I was never one for friends. Or socializing at that. I was that art kid who dressed in black , and smoked several packs a day. I was also that kid who drank away his life , and had no visible future. Fuck god , for putting me on this wretched mortal sphere. Fuck jesus , for giving me an alchoholic father. Fuck religion. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and trudged my way into school. This certianly had not been one of the best summers , and I could already tell it was going to be a fuckin tiedious year. I puffed angrily on my cigarette at the thought of all the horrible drunken blackouts of the summer. I tossed my cigarette to the ground , close to the school , hoping it’d burn the building to the pits of hell , exactly where i was headed. At least It was finally my senior year and i would be able to get out of this shit school. I caught my reflection in the window. I just scowled and turned away , stomping with my ratty black Docs into the office to get my schedule. Mikey had thought it would have been funny to dye my originally black hair white while I was sleeping off a hangover. He thought the dye would come out in the shower , but he was so fuckin wrong. Not only did he increase the pain in my headache , but he blessed me with platinum hair. He was going to have fun walking 5 blocks to school for the whole year.
“Nice hair freak!” an anonymous voice shouted. My scowl got deeper and i literally growled. “Suck my dick , you piece of shit.” I grumbled before swinging open the main office’s door. I was greeted with an amusing sight. A short kid , dressed in sunday church clothes was actually making Belinda laugh. He was leaning against her desk and giggling along with her. Just to be clear , this lady was a major bitch and hard as a fuckin rock. I’m pretty sure if you looked her directly in the eye you’d turn to stone like Medusa. I have no idea why the school put her in the front office. I strided up to the desk and disregarded the probably religious pompous asshole. “Can I have my schedule?” I muttered at Belinda , whose smile sunk quicker than a brick into water. She just scoffed and puckered her lips while shuffling through the papers. I could feel this kid’s stare practically burning a hole through the side of my head. I turned my head slightly. I had to admit this kid was cute. His jaw bone prominet and a smallish button nose. His lips a dusty pink and his eyes a beautiful hazel. He had dark brown hair that curled lightly. When I made eye contact he simply darted his eyes to the desk and blushed , a slight rosy red blossoming on his cheekbones. A thick bible was placed in front of him and he traced the cross idly. A purity ring was wrapped around his finger , and it shone slightly when it hit the light. How cute. Suddenly , he leaned over and whispered "You know , if you kindly ask her , she might be nicer to you." then gave me a small innocent smile. I rolled my eyes and snatched the paper that Belinda held out in front of me. She turned to catholic kid and smiled. “Now , what were you saying Frank?” she gushed. I just huffed and turned on my heel , speeding out of the office.


It wasn’t even third period before I saw ‘Frank’ again. His eyes were wide and unknowing, schedule shoved under his nose. His breathing looked a little irregular and he seemed panicky. Poor kid. He looked like he was trying to ask some kids where to go but they either ignored him or pushed him away. I turned and kept walking , until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I sighed and scowled , I whipped around to be face to face with ‘Frank’. His eyes were a little red and his breathing was cut up , like he was going to cry. “C-can you please help me? I dont know where to go a-and.” he fumbled around with the paper , his bible tucked under his arm. He had a smooth , sweet voice, his rosary dangled around his neck. But the problem was I needed to get to a class myself , and I didn’t have time to show this dweeb around. I just continued to walk , leaving him standing. “Wait! Please help me!” he called out from behind me. Someone grabbed my sleeve and tugged. I turned and it was Frank again ,his eyes pleading. “Listen kid , I don’t have time to show you around.” I snapped. His reddened eyes widened slightly. “I-I just need help , couldn’t you be kind enough to help me? I knew you were grumpy but-” he whimpered , his fingers toying with the rosary. I sighed angrily and took his schedule then grazed over his classes. We had next period together , he must be a pretty smart kid. “Lets go.” I grumbled , not caring if he followed me or not. “Hey! Wait , i- ugh.” he appeared next to me , breathless. “Im new , whats your name?” I internally rolled my eyes. “Gerard.” I said , focusing on the hallway in front of me. “I’m Frank.” he chirped happily , shooting me a grin. This kid was definetly bipolar. “What grade are you in?” he piped again . God , this kid doesn’t shut up.. “Senior.” I grumbled , hoping our arrival time to the classroom would be quicker. “Hey! Me too!” he laughed , practically skipping next to me. That surprised me, he was very short for our age. We were at the final stretch of the hallway , I quickened my pace , causing him to jog next to me. “Boy , you sure walk fast!” he chuckled , gripping his bible and backpack straps. Of course he was the newest “jesus freak” of the school , and I wanted no part of him. I stumbled into chemistry and hurried to the back corner. But alas , Frank plopped down into the seat next to mine. He turned to me and smiled again. “So what church do you go to?” I snorted , obnoxiously. “Im athiest.” His face crumpled to one of confusion. His acute eyebrows furrowed and he cocked his head to the side slightly. “Whats that? Is a different form of Christianity?” I sighed , i kinda felt bad for him. The kid was brainwashed. “No , I don’t believe in God.”

Notes

not sure if I want to continue this.. Please leave comments if youd like another chapter!!
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