What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead.

I make why way down to the art delartment, trying to avoid colliding with sweaty teenagers. I mean sure, i am also a slightly sweaty teenager, but one is enough. I finally get to the art room and see that my teacher is Miss Brone. Miss B has been my art teacher since freshman year. I trust her with everything. Well almost. I havent told her my entire high school career ive been trying to get to 115 pounds. Small detail, it doesnt matter much. I am greeted by the smell of pain and the sound of fans all around the room. All of the teachers are trying to beat the august Jersey heat. I dont blame them In fact i thank them. You know what doesnt sound fun? Sitting in a school with no air conditioning when its 80 degrees outside. I look around the room and count the heads: 25 are here including me but miss B said there would be 26... So were missing someone. The door swings open and in walks Frank Iero. He takes the last seat available which-fuck- is next to me. He looks over at me and smiles.
"Hey, Gerard? Do you mind moving over a bit? Sorry, i just really dont want i get the fag infection." He smirks as my face grows red. Yep. Thats frank. Hes friends with Mikey, my brother, even though hes a year younger. I dont get why theyre friends. Mikey can be a dick but he would never bully anyone. Frank on the other hand... well apart from the occasional punch or slam in the hallway or you know getting called names hes not too bad. Who am i kidding. Hes a dick. With a great music taste. Who plays football. And has this cute fauxhauk. And also has great muscles... Okay im done now. I meant i could go on but- shit im staring. I direct myself to the front of the room, trying to ignore muffled laughter around the room. At least Miss Brone didnt hear. She would make a huge scene. I listen to the usually "This year will be great! No bullying treat everyone with respecr!" Thing that all teachers say but in reality, it only lasts a few weeks. That takes up half of the class ad the rest we have as 'free time' . I draw in my notebook until the bell rings. When it does i jump up, step over franks extended foot (thank god. We wouldnt want and earthquake would we?) And go to my locker to get that gatorade.
When i get it, i make why way down to the cafe. The lettuce in the salad bar looks wilted today and the soups and tons of sodium and calories. Hm. I get out a dollar and but a small green apple. I make my way out to the steps in the front of the school and sit down, biting into the apple. chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew chew each bite. sometimes more, never less. I finish half of the apple before tossing it in the garbage bin. i drink some of the gatorade. Luckily its the low calorie so it wont affect me too much. The bell finally rings and i head back to my locker.

Notes

So i had this chapter done and it was amazingly written and guess what? It got deleted! yay! Also i altered gerards schedule from the first chapter i switched lunch art and creative writing around