Oh, What A Spirit Week This Was

When I got home I couldn't think. I couldn't do homework. I couldn't play my guitar; hell, I couldn't even pick it up.

'Why?', you may ask.

Becasue I can't stop fucking think about Mr Way. And it just isn't fair. He is my goddamn teacher, and even if we did try and work something out (supposing he was actually interested at all) someone could find out! Someone could report is! Mr Way could lose his job and not be able to teach anymore and he'd probably - screw that - WOULD go to jail! And I can't live with that on my conscience... I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something bad ever happened to him... but anyways,why would he be interested in me? I'm just a short weird 'emo faggot' as the people at school oh-so eloquently put it whenever I come into their line of sight.

Whatever.

I get into bed early and began listening to some Black Flag on my iPod that Mikey gave me a year or so ago. It already had some really awesome music on it, but it wasn't really his type. Maybe it was just really old and he'd stopped listening to the bands on here a while ago and have it to me because of that.

I settle down a bit and eventually fall asleep, with no space in my head for a dream, the nothingness filled with music.

[time skip to morning]

I wake up with a yawn and slap my hand down on my alarm clock, and I swear I could hear the plastic crack slightly, but that didn't matter.

But what did matter? I swear something important was supposed to happen today... oh shit! It's twin day and I don't have anyone to be twins with!

Um... uh... MIKEY!

I run to my phone and text Mikey, asking him to send a picture of what he was wearing and then sat down and waited silently, impatiently waiting for the reply.

When I heard the ding come from the device I got up so quick that I became dizzy; but I had to ignore it.

I opened up my messages and saw that he was wearing a Smashing Pumpkins shirt and black skinny jeans with his usual converse. Perfect!

It had to be my lucky day!

I quickly pulled on the same outfit and grabbed my bag, rushing out of the front door, making it halfway up the road before running back to lock the door.

Once the panic was over I checked the time on my phone and aw that I had just enough time to walk to school. What is it with my luck today? It had to run out at one point...

I felt a buzz in my pocket and realised that my moment had come to receive the bad news that would break my good luck streak into thousands of little pieces and then burn them all in separate piles.

Pulling my phone out slowly and carefully I unlocked it to find the most horrifying text that I could think of at that moment: "but I hope ur not gonna wear tht cos Gerard is already doing tht srry".

Oh god I screwed up.

I screwed up I screwed up I screwed up so bad.

I can't go back now because of time but I can't go to school because of my outfit! Shit shit shit!

Not only did you screw up yesterday but you also somehow managed to screw up even worse today!

Okay Frank calm the hell down it can't be that bad...

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