Please Don't Take This Out On Me

I stood rooted to the spot; eyes bulged open. "She's d-dead?" Gerard nodded grimly. "Yeah... Had a heart attack due to stress."
I almost snorted. Oh Ms Skybalt. Of course that was the reason she died. Always yelling at us for no reason whatsoever and getting mad at people for the stupidest reasons.
"So now what do we do?" Mikey broke the awkward silence with the question everyone was probably thinking. Gerard smirked and stood up to full height as he glared down at us all. My stomach dropped suddenly and I knew I didn't want to know what the answer was going to be. Surely Ms Skybalt wouldn't have picked Gerard to run the foster house...
"I'm running the foster house!" Gerard announced proudly and my eyes widened suddenly with shock. "Oh no..." The two words left my mouth before I could catch them and Gerard swung around to glare at me. "What did you just say, Iero?"
Oh boy he looked mad. His jaw was clenched and his stare could have cut me in half, but I stood up and forced a smile. "Nothing." Gerard didn't look convinced, but he didn't ask any more questions.
"Alright, everyone inside and go to your classes."
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I shut the door and sighed; flopping onto my bed and rolling onto my back. "Oh my fucking god!" I screamed out. Today had been so tense; all the teachers had been snippy and even more rude then usual. Maybe they actually liked and respected Ms Skybalt for reasons I don't know.
"You okay, honey?" I sat up and jumped; feeling sweat drench my back. "B-Bob?"

Notes

so Bob's back ...