Well according to the schedule that the school has given me it’s eighth period. This school is defiantly different, but hey I have to give it a chance. When we lost my dad, shit went crazy and my mom had to leave us, but she promised us she will be back eventually. Neither Mikey nor I know when that will be so for now we are living with my Grandparents. They are very sweet but I really miss my mother, but then again who wouldn’t.

The bell finally rings, I don’t mind school but I really hate learning sometimes. I slowly leave the room and head over to my locker to see Mikey standing there hugging his back pack with a tissue in his nose. I run over to him and put my hands on his shoulders looking him over.

“What happened Mikey,” I ask in a big brother kind of tone.

“Robert.” That’s all I needed to hear so I just shake my head and put my arm around his shoulder.

"Let me just get my shit and we’ll leave okay?”

“Okay,” he sniffles.

I open up my locker then I hear footsteps coming closer to us. I peek out my locker to see Frank walking down the hall with a long board, so I give the biggest smile I could ever give.

“Hey guys,” he waves with his free hand.

“Hey there Frankie, what’s crackin’?” Frank gives me the weirdest face like he has never heard of that saying before, and then I realized he was looking at Mikey.

“What happened to Mikey?”

“Robert,” I reply as I reach back into my locker to grab the rest of my crap.

“I see, well you have to stay of his way or,” Frank points at Mikey,” this happens.”

“Lesson learned, am I right?” I say as I slam my locker and head down the hall with Mikey walking behind me. Frank just stands there as if he deciding what to do. He seems nice, even though earlier today I basically fell into his arms. Frank is an interesting character I can defiantly say that. I hope we stay friends in the future. I guess I get distracted thinking about him because next thing I know I run into a pole. Frankie comes running over to me as Mikey laughs his ass off.

“Ow. God damn,” I say out loud rubbing my forehead.

“Oh my God! Are you alright, man?” Frank asks helping me up off my ass.

“Yeah I’ll be alright,” I reply as I pick up my bag then give a death stare at Mikey, who just raises his hands but keeps laughing. I crack a smile and roll my eyes; I can never stay mad at him. Frank puts a smile on his face then starts to chuckle a little.

“So Frank do you need a ride home?” I ask being the nice guy.

“Nah, I got my long board, I suck at skate boarding but I love it anyways,” he says awfully proud.

“I see well I guess I’ll catch you on the flip side.” I give a small salute and walk away. Frank passes right by us going down the hallway on his long board.

I walk into the house and kiss my Grandmother on the cheek then head down stairs to the basement which is where my room is. I love being underground, Mikey on the other hand wanted to be upstairs. Once down stairs I throw my satchel in the corner then settle down at my desk. I pull out markers, pencils both plain and colorful, and pens. I start to draw whatever came to my mind which ended up being a scorpion. Looking it over it looked pretty badass, not gonna lie. Lying is for squares, and I’m not a square. Something lights up and I look over at my laptop which has been opened the whole day apparently. I walk over to it, pick it up then flop on my bed.

*Ray Toro has messaged you*
Ray: GEE!
Gerard: What’s up man?
Ray: What’s up man??!? WHAT ‘S UP MAN!?!?! I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO GET AHOLD OF YOU ALL DAY AND THAT’S ALL YOU SAY!?
Gerard: Jesus, calm down.
Ray: I am calm.
Gerard: So what is it that you need that you have been trying to get a hold of me?
Ray: Nothing. (:
Gerard: You are kidding right?
Ray: I kid you not. Anyways, how is Belleville?
Gerard: Nothing is different just the people and schools.
Ray: I see.
*Bob Bryar has joined the conversation*
Bob: Hey Gee!
Gerard: Bobby!
Bob: How’s it going?
Ray: Good.
Gerard: Couldn’t be any better.
Bob: How is the new school?
Gerard: Well, Mikey got beaten up and both of us got shoved…. I’m missing something aren’t I… hmmm…? OH! I met an awesome guy named Frank. It was rude how we met actually; see there is the guy (jock) named Robert. I was walking passed him then I tripped over nothing, knowing my luck, and bump into him. He turns to me then throws me at Frank then threw Mikey at a locker. I basically fell into the kid’s arms, it got weird fast.
Bob: Asshole. But tell me more about this Frank you speak of.
Ray: I bet if you looked up the word asshole in the dictionary you would see a picture of Robert.
Gerard: Haha, good one Ray. He’s really awesome actually. He likes comic books, tattoos, plays guitar, dresses mysteriously, kind of short, and well just totally chill.
Bob: Rad, man. He sounds pretty awesome.
Ray: We should all hang out together.
Bob: THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN.
Gerard: Haha alright guys it will, but for now I bid you farewell!
Ray: Peace.
Bob: Later.

I slam my laptop shut then I reach over my bed to my bag too lazy to actually get up. I fall out of the bed and lay there for a good five minutes before getting up and grabbing my bag. A few papers fall out, as I bend down to pick them up to see a paper with numbers on it. It’s Frank’s number scribbled on it; I guess he slipped it in there when he helped me up. I place it down on my desk then my Grandmother calls for me. Heading out of the room I look at my desk then shut off the lights and run upstairs to go eat.