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what it's like to be me

chapter 2

Gerard's P.O.V

i walked into my art class room with a cup of coffee and art files in the other, kids would be arriving soon so i better get set up. i have worked at this school for almost 3 years, when i fist joint this school i thought all of the teens would be polite and well behaved it was a private school after all yeah, i was wrong. i have been punched in the face 5 times since i started here. The girls are the worse though, they're all barbie girls who have no self respect and they all throw themselves at me.
My brother Mikey walked in and handed me another cup of coffee and smiled.
" i just got an coffee mikey" i said while re-arranging my files
he smiled back "i know but you are gonna need it, one of my friends is joining your class, Amelia and let me tell you she's a piece of work" he said laying the coffee on my table and walking out.

" okay, jodie hand these sheets out and take your seats everyone" i shouted over the noise, getting stressed already.
The whole room went silent, i smiled wow i can't believe they listened to me, everyones eyes were in the corner. i turned and saw the most beautiful girl ever. she had long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, everyone looked at me expecting me to say something, i tore my eyes away from her and cleared my throat.
" you must be Amelia ?" i said confidently
" well yes stupid, you know everyone else in here so i must be the new person taking your class" she snapped
" one more comment and i will be asking you to stay back after school and write some lines miss speer" still trying to be confident but failing.
"fuck you" she said calmly.
i then found my voice " GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM NOW, I WILL HAVE NO ONE TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT" i shouted.
" gladly" she smiled sweetly and walked to the door.
I followed .

Amelia's P.O.V

Wow, he was like an angel he was unbelievably hot. i was horrible i had to be, i couldn't be nice, i just couldn't i wanted too but the last time i let my guards down and trusted someone, they stabbed me in the back and left me all alone.
He grabbed my arm and led me outside, i winced my cuts stinging with the touch. My eyes filled with tears in pain, oh god no i wasn't going to cry in front of him. In the corridor he looked at me and sighed, he could see the tears in my eyes.
" i am not sorry for shouting, i shouldn't have" he said quietly and running his fingers through his bright red hair.
" It wasn't that, you just ... hurt me when you pulled my arm" she said looking at the floor.
All of a sudden he took my hand and gently rolled up my sleeve, his hands were so soft. i was so embarrassed i never let anyone see my scars all up my arms, they were ugly but i deserved it.
i felt his eyes scan my arms and then he looked me in the eyes, his eyes were so green.
"Amelia why would you do this to yourself?" he looked pained.
"i deserve it, i deserve to die." i mumbled looking away, my tears rolling down my cheeks.
i started to walk away i felt ashamed and i wanted to kiss him so badly but i knew i couldn't.
"Amelia, i want to show you something" he said slowly
he rolled up his sleeve and revealed his scars.
i took his arm and traced his scars with my fingertip, i knew it wouldn't hurt him because they weren't new they were old.
" i want to talk to you after school alone" he said
"fine" i said as i walked away

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Comments

You should really update this, it's really good

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4/19/15