Mikey’s POV

The first week of school went okay. Pete had kept me company for a majority of it. The asshats that bothered me weren’t as bad with Pete around. Pete was really something else. He made me laugh harder than I have ever laughed before. He also made me feel really special, like I was the only person in the room. My anxiety was already pretty bad, but when I was around him, it was hard to breathe and I felt like I was going to pass out. Most times, the feelings went away after a while, but one day, I literally almost passed out but I stopped myself.

The homework I got wasn’t too bad, but by the end of Friday, I had quite a bit. I spent most of Saturday doing it, until Gerard called. When he called, I talked to him for like an hour. Mom was glad that I was “being social”. We talked about school; I kept away from the subject of Pete and of bullies. Well, I kept away from the topic of Pete, until that is Gee brought him up. Apparently, Frank told him about all of us hanging out. Fucking Frank I swear, he can’t keep anything from Gee.

He “warned” me about Pete. Apparently, Pete is a little too friendly, but other than that he is pretty much harmless. He asked me about how my classes were going. He told me something no one had mentioned to me, every single grade counts in the end of high school. I apparently need the highest GPA I can get in order to do well. So naturally, after my brother told my mother about that, she took away the video games and told me to study. So, I’ve been studying for two days.

Monday took a long time to come around. Part of me was excited to see Pete, while the other was dreading the actual school part. Getting out of bed, I was up before my alarm clock. Taking a shower, I washed the tiredness out and tried to wake up some more. After drying my hair, I quickly straightened it. Of course, I happened to put the damn thing too close to my neck and burned myself, it’s not the first time but it still hurts.

Getting dressed, I put on a T-shirt, black skinny jeans, gray coat, beanie, and black doc martins. Taking out some foundation, I covered up the burn before going downstairs. “I made your lunch Mikey.” My mom said as she handed me a bag. “Do you want breakfast?” I shook my head no before kissing her cheek and walking out the door. Since it was still early, I had a lot of time to walk to school, and that’s what I did.

On the way there, I saw a homeless man begging for food. I automatically knew that I had no intention to eat my lunch, and was just going to through it away; so I gave it to him. He smiled and thanked me over and over as I continued to school. The walk took a bit longer than planned, but I made it just before final bell.

Biology ended up going pretty fast, despite us being assigned like 3 homework assignments due tomorrow. History assigned a project due at the end of the week, French we had a test tomorrow, and our homework packet was due, which had like 10 assignments. In English, we began reading a story it was called the odyssey; it was all right. Math was already pushing through a chapter, and our test would be Friday. Is it just I, or do these teachers giving a lot to do, AND it’s only the second week of school. By the time PE came around, I was beyond tired. School just wears me out, and I guess having like 5 hours of sleep isn’t exactly helpful either.

This week, we would be assigned PE lockers, and then we would begin dressing out, and doing activities. I had no intention of participating, but Gee told me that I needed to in order to do well. I silently cursed him out when he said that. When lockers were given out, I was given one near Pete because of our last names. The universe decided to hate me today, I gave a homeless man a lunch! Like why me? If Pete is near me, there’s a chance that he’ll see me changing, then he’ll see how gross I am.

Music wasn’t too bad either. I learned a song on the guitar already, and am in the process of learning another. Music took away all my stress and made me calm; and that was something that made me happy. The walk home wasn’t as bad as the ride on the bus. It was quiet and calm, and that was nice. By the time I got home, I had a massive headache from not eating breakfast and lunch. Ignoring it, I went to do my homework.

It took me about 4 hours, but I got most of my homework done. I had started at like 3, and when I finished, it was well after 7 pm. Mom forced me to come down stairs and eat with them. So I went, but she didn’t say I couldn’t make myself sick afterwards, so who’s really the fool now, not me. Forcing the food down made me very tired, and my stomach hurt a lot. When I had finished, I practically took off like a strike of lighting back to my room. I finished up my Biology homework, and by the time I finished, the porcelain throne was being gifted my dinner.

By the time I was done with my homework, I was beyond exhausted and mentally tired as well. One thing I’ve already learned is, don’t stress over how long it takes you to do your homework. After maybe several hours of it, I began to freak out about how much time I was using and how I wouldn’t be able to do anything else that day. However, stressing over the homework still happens, and tonight would be proof of that. Once I was done with my homework, I studied for my French test. By the time I was confident that I could do well, it was midnight. Crawling into my bed, I fell asleep where I was.

Notes

so the titles of each chapter, tend to be the last sentence of the chapter, i try to not reveal all of the chapter in the title.

anywho, thanks for all the love I've gotten so far! Thank you So much!

xoxoxo
~Ash