Hold On Tight and Don't Look Back

Frank's P.O.V
I sighed as I saw the new school came into view. I walked as slowly as I could thinking about what could happen.
See me and my mom and dad just moved from one side of town to the other. It was a whole new scene for me, I've lived in the other house since I was born but my parents found new jobs it was good pay but harsh hours. We moved to this nice house in the neighborhood a couple days ago, and now it was the first day of school. I didn't like school at all. I was smart and all, I got good grades, but I was always bullied because I was openly gay. They would usually just punch me a bunch of times until a teacher came by and helped out. I could tell that they pity me since it happened almost everyday. It was all punching until they found out that I could fit in a locker, they used to lock me in there for a couple hours then let me out and start beating me. I was lucky if a student nice enough let me out before the bullies did. I never had a relationship much less any friends; I tried to make friends but for some reason they didn't last long so I stopped trying all together.

There I was outside the High schools main doors, This was my chance to turn the other way and maybe go back home. I knew my parents weren't there, they worked long hours and I rarely saw them at all. They usually had to leave when I get up for school then they would come back somewhere in the middle of the night. I could probably never go to school and they wouldn't notice, they would be to wrapped up in there work. I took a deep breath and made my way to the door. I slowly opened it checking for anybody. No one was in sight; I found the office and walked in cautiously. It was pretty clean. The center back had a desk which sat a pale women, in about her late 30's. She was looking at her computer screen.

"Ex-excuse m-me" I stuttered, I didn't like bothering people. She looked up from her screen and smiled

"Hello, May I help you?" I stepped closer to the desk

"Umm, Yes. I'm new here and I need a schedule, names Frank Iero" She types quickly on her computer

"Oh yes, everything is in order, I'm printing your schedule right now" I give a faint smile, these people seemed nice...So far. She walks over to the printer and looks over the paper. Walking back over she hands it to me "Here you go, have a nice day"

"Thank you" I say and walk out, I sit on the bench right next to the office and read my schedule. Algebra, Art, Science, Free Period, Lunch, Social Studies, Language Arts and then P.E.

Great P.E. Just another reason to be self conscious, having to change clothes in front of people. My locker number was written on the schedule paper and I quickly navigated my way down the halls until I found it. I slowly looked around at the other students who were chatting with each other, well mostly yelling. The hallway was crowded and a couple times something flew across the way. I just sighed again opening my locker and put my stuff in and grabbed my algebra supplies. I still had a couple minutes before the bell rang so I went to the restroom. As soon as I walk in there is a lingering smell of cigarette smoke, like many bathrooms trash was here and there. I quickly went and as I washed my hands the class bell rang..Here we go.

Every single class was on repeat, talking about the rules and what to expect this year, I just zoned out waiting for the next bell to ring. I spent my free period in the library, not necessarily reading books. I was just sitting in an empty chair laying my head on the table buried in my arms. I think I almost fell asleep when the lunch bell loudly rang. great lunch...I looked around and realized that everyone basically knew each other, sitting and laughing with one another. I took a deep breath and headed towards the back pf the lunchroom, No one was sitting back here. I didn't feel like eating, my stomach was not in the mood for this mystery meat that the lunch lady gave me.

It was finally P.E. Luckily we had the option to change in the restroom and I gladly took it. I walk out and I notice a boy staring at me from a bench, He has black hair and the most wonderful eyes ever, stop it!, I yell at myself. I quickly look away and turn around before bumping into someone.

"I'm sorry" I quickly mutter, I try to walk away before a hand grabs my collar.

"Well I've never seen you here before, you must be new to this school" I look up and a guy who has light blonde hair and piercing blue eyes stares angrily at me, My mouth speaking before my mind can stop it

"Fuck you" I whisper. He looks at me and smiles before quickly punching me in the stomach.
I double over in pain, gasping for air. He leans down grabbing my hair lifting my head up

"You should not have said that, Now I will be watching you and you can't do anything about it" He lets go and walks away his friends laughing as they pass by. Once their out of sight I quickly pull myself up clutching my stomach and dart out the door. I start walking to the gates so I can just walk home when I hear someone calling me

"Hey, wait up!" I turn around and it's the kid with the black hair.

Notes

I have no idea...I just whipped something up.
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Also yes I will still be working on my other story "Please Gerard" I'm not leaving that one.

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