Frank's POV

I lean out of my window and watch the toxic cigarette smoke escape my lips and mix with the early morning air, and eventually into an oblivion. The alarm clock on my bedside table read 7:00, signifying to get my ass ready for school, or hell, same god damn difference. Iron Maiden (A/N Iron Maiden story in notes cx ) filled my room as I grabbed black skinny jeans and a Misfits shirt, then trudged into the bathroom connected to my bedroom. Once I got out I threw on my clothes, skeleton gloves, black converse, eyeliner, and inserted my nose and lip piercing, I got the fuck out of my house, avoiding my asshole parents. Especially my dad because I knew he wanted to force the 'family business' conversation on me again. Which would just lead to insults, about my sexuality mostly, stabbing me like millions of knives. Honestly, It doesn't make sense how he couldn't comprehend a simple concept such as the dislike- no, HATERED I have for the family business. Apparantly I don't have the seemingly genetic insanity and passion to murder another being for money, I loath the fact I'm expected to be a SCARECROW.

I was more than halfway to school when Patrick and Brendon showed up by my side. "Hey Iero," Patrick chirped.
"Hey Patrick, hey Brendon," I mumbled. Brendon acknowledged my negative attitude by questioning,
"What's up Frank? You seem, I don't know, off."
"Its nothing," I brush off. We walked into the gates of Hell and parted ways to our individual lockers. Once there, I saw the papers of hatered littering the door of my locker. Each one directed toward me, 'emo' 'faggot' 'freak' 'kill yourself.' FOR FUCK'S SAKE! WHY THE HELL CAN'T THESE FUCKTARDS LEAVE ME ALONE?! I tear the strips of paper down and throw them away, then continue on my way to class, as tears well up in my dull eyes.

Notes

Otay, so Iron Maiden story! Cx so Iron Maiden was my first actual concert when I was 7 (cuz I had gone to a rock festival before that when I was six) and my whole family was in the front row. However, since Im so short (always have been, im only 4"8 currently cx ) the security guards let me sit one the rail. There THE GOD DAMN BASS PLAYER STEVE HARRIS GAVE MEH HIS WRIST BANDS CX then two years later the same thing happened at another Iron Maiden concert cx sorry, I just really wanted to share that cx

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