Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay

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Frank POV *
I feel like shit today.

Oh, well.
This is your life, get over it.
Get your shit together, Frankenstein.

I walk into the school gates and head over to the dull, grey building over to my left. I pull out my timetable. Oh great, it's art, then English, science and maths. At least I'm lucky I'm smart cause that's one thing they can't bully me about in class. Did I say they bully me? I meant they fucking torment me.

I drag my feet across the floor and I find myself inside a fucking boring classroom full of teenagers who mostly seem to ignore me. Okay, fine. I'm not very interesting anyway. Fuck you all...
I dump my Blink-182 bag in a corner next to an empty desk and slump into the chair, looking straight down and playing with my fingers. I can feel a couple of stares on me so I nervously pull down the sleeves of my shirt so they're covering my wrists properly. I don't have any cuts there anymore, but it's just habit.

Just like every single day, in front of me I see that beautiful stunning head of hair. It's Gerard Way, the coolest punk kid on the block, - that guy I swear everyone's secretly jealous of. Gerard's got thick, wavy, jet black hair which is wild, and settles around his face perfectly. He's got some spiky bits that stick out and an awesome long hairstyle - different from everyone else.

Me and Gerard have been friends since three years ago, but recently I haven't been getting on with him. I don't know if he even likes me or not, it's almost like he's teasing me...

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Notes

thank you so much for reading, everyone xx
and you can check my other story, " If You're Real".
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