
The Only Hope For Me Is You
Singing Songs That Make You Slit Your Wrists
He walked into art class, and I was so confused. What is a junior doing in a senior art class? Like she had read my mind, the teacher introduced him.
"Everyone, this is Frank Iero. He's been advanced from Junior Honors Art to Senior Honors. Say hi, everyone."
Nobody said anything.
"Let's see... Why don't you sit next to..." not me not me PLEASE not me! "Gerard. Two of my best artists together!" Great. Just great. He sat down next to me and looked over at me with a shy little smile.
"Hey, I'm Frank."
"Wow, you know your own name. Super. Look, we aren't going to be friends. I'm cool, you're not. So don't try to be my friend." I snapped. He was a little shocked, but nodded and turned away. I kind of felt bad, but he should know not to try and be my friend. The bell finally rang and I grabbed my bag and headed to English.
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I was a little upset over what happened in Art, but I was used to it. I wasn't cool, and Gerard Way was one of the most popular kids in school. He was smart, an amazing artist, singer, and -rumor had it- kisser. So why would he want to talk to me? I got to my locker to grab my History binder and a note fell out.
Why haven't you killed yorself yet you emo peese of shit?
I knew who it was from. Brett Maroney, the quarterback of the football team. He hated me more than I did. I grabbed my binder and shoved the note to the bottom of my locker. As I was about to shut my locker, someone else did it for me.
"So did you like my note?" It was Brett. He gave me what I called his "shark smile", where he flashed all his huge white teeth. They stood out against his perfectly tanned skin.
"N-not really. Why d-do you ha-hate me so much?"
"Well, let's put it this way. I'm a person, and you're the dog shit on my shoe."
"Okay. Well, can I, uh, go to class now?"
"Yeah. But do me a favor. Keep your head down. I don't want to have to look at you in the halls."
I walked away and kept my head down. My eyes started to fill with hot tears and I blinked them back.
Notes
Hey people! So, this is a fanfiction I've been writing for my friend for a while, and I decided to type it up. If you guys have any ideas, please please PLEASE tell me!
@Do or Die
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Hey guys, I lost my password to this account so I'm going to start rewriting this on my new account, so I'll try to get a chapter or 2 up soon. AND THERE WILL BE FRERARD
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10/30/15