Frank hurried to the bus stop, he was just in time for the ride. The big yellow bus abducted poor Frank, and they rode off to hell.
'Over the speed bump, and through the hood. To Belleville High we go! It's a living hell, it's a living hell! To Belleville we go!' Frank sing-songed in his head.

He sighed, and his mind drove off to the oblivion. 'What if Gerard doesn't like my piercings? What if he thinks I'm gay for wearing eyeliner? What if he thinks I'm a show off?'
Frank sat in a quiet panic.

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As soon as Frank entered the building and the bell rang, he ran to the bathroom by the extra circulars. In fear of being spotted.

He hurried to the sink, and turned on the water. He got some in his hands, he was going to splash some water on his face like they did in movies.. or over dramatic fanfictions, "Shit" Frank breathed, opening his palms up, and letting the water fall. "My makeup" he groaned.

After he rummaged through some thoughts and got over himself.. a bit, he worked up the courage to leave the bathroom. He was way late for home room.

Frank ran down the hall trying to make it to first period. "Frank Iero!" A teacher came chasing Frank down the hallway. Frank turned around, dead in his tracks.
She finally caught up to Frank, she breathed heavily.

It took her a minute to recompose her self, but she bounced back.
"Hello, my name is Miss Mays, I'm the schools guidance counselor. Now, would you be a gent' and help me for a sec?."
Frank was disgusted by the way Miss Mays talked. She sounded like a southern snow white, and she paused between her long words to emphasize there pointless meaning.
'Is that all those counseling-online courses taught her? Shame.' Frank thought to himself is spite of Miss Mays.

He rolled his eyes, "What do you need?"

Miss Mays smiled, "Great! Follow me!"

Frank didn't his answer, and he didn't mind. At least, he was out of class.

Miss Mays walked Frank down to her office.
"Sit in one of those chairs. I"ll get you when when I'm ready."
She hurried into her office and slammed the door.

Frank was beginning to get a bad vibe from this. He realized, that he was most likely in trouble. Or maybe someone finally reported a bully, and Frank so happened to be the victim.

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After what seemed like forever Miss Mays came out of her office and gave Frank a wide smile, Frank understood what Gerard had told him about fake.. plastic people. Now, by just looking at this bleached blonde.. 'southern belle'

A salty old lady followed her out of Miss May's office. It was the receptionist. You know that stereotype? All receptionist are mean sixty year old virgins.. with a perm?
It's totally true, and that scares the shit out of Frank.

"Thankyou, Emerson. I'm sure the boy will do just fine here."
She has a dry smoker voice, and it was ringing Frank's sensitive ears.

The receptionist saw Franks sour face and she stomped away. Miss Mays turned to face Frank again. He gave her a worried look.

"Okay, Frank. I need you to show a new student around."

Frank gulped, "Why me..?"

Miss Mays laughed, "Because you were out of class and I'm sure you have nothing better to do."

Frank said nothing, he sat uncomfortably In his chair.
"Who will I be showing around?"

"Uhh.. I cant remember his name right on the spot. I think they are in the auditorium, walk yourself down, Okay?"

Suddenly, there was a tapping on Miss Mays window. The face was blocked by blinds. "My bad." she giggles. "He's right here."

Miss Mays opens the door, out strolls Gerard. Frank got the chills, when Gerard looked at him.
"Shit." Gerard murmured.

Notes

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