I look around my navy blue walls and sigh. This is my world or hell as I should put it. I slowly get up and look in the mirror and sigh again, only if I was taller. I’m only four foot nine! Everyone makes fun of me because of my height. I just ignore everyone; I mean some of the jokes are funny, but others not so much.

“FRANK!” My mom yells from upstairs, my bed room is in the basement because I’m like a vampire and I like to keep it that way.

“Yes!” I reply.

“What is taking so long!? If you aren’t ready in the next twenty minutes you are taking the bus.”

I sigh, “I’ll be ready in time! Don’t worry!” I yell back. Turning my back to the mirror I head to my closet and grab a black button down shirt. Then I pull out my black skinny jeans, my red convers then, a red tie. I like to look at least a little classy but my red convers totally pull the whole outfit together, even if they are worn out. I walk back over to the mirror and spike my hair up in the back and flatten it in the front. Before I head up stairs I grab my iPod, head phones, long board, and comic book.

“About time you came out of your cave,” mom teases; I just roll my eyes and grab my coffee off the table.

“Well, I’m ready so let’s get going,” replying sarcastically.

“Fine Mr. Grumpy Pants get in the car.” I grab my satchel then run out the door. We arrive at school and I moan. I slowly get out of the car and walk across the parking lot to the front door. I finally reach my locker when I hear yelling down the hallway. Turning around to see what was going on someone slams into me and we both fall to the ground. Then another kid was thrown next to us into the lockers. My head hurts but I just shrug it off because I have been through worse.

“I SAID stay out of my WAY!” Robert yells at the two guys, one that got thrown at me and the other that was thrown into the locker. Robert is on the soccer team and football team, he’s big and muscular. All the girls fall all over him, they just don’t see the true jack ass he is. He hates gays, emos, people who wear a lot of black, so basically he hates people who don’t like what he likes or is expressing themselves. It’s totally crap, but I just don’t do anything about it. Rule number one, stay out of his way. Guess these guys are finding out the hard way. Robert finally walks away and his little posy follows him behind his tail.

“Ow,” wined the guy next to me who was thrown into the locker and is rubbing the back of his head, “God damn, what the hell is his deal.”

“Hey are you okay?” I say to him.

“Yeah I’m alright.”

“Oh my god I’m sorry man that guy he just basically threw me into you. I’m sorry,” The other guy apologizes getting up and extending his hand to help me up. I take it and heave myself up then brush myself off.

“Nah, it’s fine bro,” I reply and help the other guy up, “He must not be in a good mood today. I’m Frank by the way, Frank Iero.” I hold out my hand to the guy that was thrown into me who shakes it.

“Gerard Way, nice convers by the way,” he replies. Gerard is pale like me, taller than me (shocker), has short black hair, and has green eyes. He’s wearing a leather jacket that has a red strip going around his right arm, black skinny jeans, and white converse.

“I’m Mikey Way by the way,” Mike pipes in. Mikey is way taller than the both of us, not going to lie I’m jealous. He has brown eyes, brown hair which is straighten to the extreme, and has glasses. Mike is wearing black skinny jeans, a batman shirt which I totally dig, and black boots.

“Ah, you guys are brothers I see. Who’s older?”

“Me,” Gerard replies smiling, “Finally someone that is at least nice around here.”

“Yeah well in this generation not many people like that are left around,” I reply.

“You can say that again,” Mike sighs.

I turn to unlock my locker and then ask, “So what can I help you gentlemen with?”

Gerard laughs, “Was wondering if you could help me where I could find my locker and his,” he points his thumb at Mikey who is standing behind him at this point.

“Alright well let me just put this away and I’ll help you in one sec,” I reply as I open my locker door. My locker is an absolute mess, but I can’t help it that’s just me. I have pictures and posters of bands, my idols, comics, and singers on my locker door. I put my satchel in then I search for a pen and my binder then slam my locker. I stick the pen behind my ear then turn towards them.

“Cool posters man,” Mikey says smiling, “Gerard’s into comics too.” I look over at Gerard he’s blushing.

“Sick! Alright so let me see your schedules and locker numbers,” I reply as I take their crumpled up pieces of paper, “Follow me gentlemen.” We head up to the second floor towards the green wing, that’s where Mikey’s locker is.

“So you are a sophomore?” I ask Mikey while walking down the hall.

“Yeah.”

We stop right in front of his locker, “Welp, here it is and that’s,” point over to the door to the right, “Is your homeroom,” I hand back his schedule, “Welcome to hell- I mean Wind Chester High!”

“See you around Mike!” Gerard yells behind us as we walk away. I take Gerard back down stairs and into the same wing as my locker, which is the blue wing, his locker so happens to be right across from mine.

“And here is yours,” I say presenting it like I was a model on a game show, “Yes, it is right across from mine, before you ask.”

“Kind and a mind reader cool,” Gerard replies chuckling, “So do we have any of the same classes together?” He asks as I hand him back his schedule.

“Yes, all except for one, which would be English.”

“Rad,” Gerard replies smiling, he opens his locker shoves his satchel in and hang his jacket up then grabs a binder and a pen. Once I turn around I see he’s wearing a black and white striped shirt.

“Nice shirt by the way I totally dig it man,” I say honestly.

He smiles and replies, “Thanks, lead the way to our first class.” He bows extending his arm like I was a king walking into the room. I couldn’t help but laugh, yeah we are going to be close friends. I already can tell.

Notes

Alright here is chapter 1 again
-Mad Liz