I Can't Choose

Frank's POV-

My alarm blares.

Shit.

New school.

Can I just kill myself already?

Like fuckkkk!

I groan, and slowly trudge up.

I'm so depressed I can't be fucked with this shit.

I'm already wearing skinny jeans so I just leave them on, grab a stick of deodorant applying it, then grabbing a big Slipknot jumper, putting it on, as well as converse shoes.

I don't bother with my gross greasy hair, other than a quick hairspray over to the side. I messily apply a ring around my eyes of eyeliner, and put my lip and nose ring in. I sigh at myself as I look in the mirror, staring at the gross ass fucking zits and acne. I'll have to get some concealer and shit after school.
Fuck it, I can't deal with this I hate how I look so fucking much, I can't wait until later....

*trigger warning*

I quickly go into the bathroom, I don't even bother locking the door.

Mom never is here anyway, not like she will walk in and suddenly be there and care.
I angrily roll up my sleeves, and slice the fuck over the top of my already dried bloodied arms.

I don't dare cry.

I haven't cried since dad left, and I never will again.

After I'm finished, I don't even bother in cleaning up the blood, fuck that.

I angrily punch the wall, I hate myself so much.

I grab my bag and walk to this new school that will no doubt be the same as the previous one.
As I enter, earphones in head down, I see a guy with a huge Afro, who is wearing an Iron Maiden shirt, which obviously catches my attention because fuck yea, Iron Maiden.

He walks over to this girl, who seems to be shaking.
As he drags her out of the crowd, I look at her more closely...

Long dyed red teased hair, into the stereotypical 'scene' hair style, perfect winged smokey eyes, pale creamy skin, and black lipstick. As I study her outfit from behind, I stop myself realising I'm checking her out. Out of your league Frank, don't even try.

I silently curse at myself, and go try to find my home room.
I bump into someone.
Shit, quick leave before they beat you up!

"Hey, I'm sorry, you okay dude?" I look up to see Afro guy.
"U-hum, yea, s-sorry...." I stutter. Shit I can't even speak right!
"It's fine, hey, you like Slipknot? Awesome! Are you new here or something, I've never seen you before?" He says.
I nod, "uh yea, I'm new... I-I like your shirt too..." I continue looking down.
"Thanks! Want me to take you to home room? You look lost"
I nod, "thanks"

He nods and smiles, and walks with me.

"I'm Ray, by the way" he winks at the rhyme he made.

I bite my lip trying not to smirk.
I don't like smiling in front of people, it's cringey af.

"Frank" I say.
"Well, Frank this is your stop. You should hang out with me and my friend Gigi... Meet us in the cafeteria at recess, we sit in the back corner. She's cool, she likes bands too."

So, that girl is Gigi? Hot

"Uh,yea okay. Thanks." I say.
"No problems, see you then" he smiles and leaves me at the classroom.

Shit I shouldnt of agreed, I'm gonna fuck up straight away ugh.

I enter the class and go all the way to the back, plugging my earphones in.

Shit, let's get this over and done with...

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