Scream after scream I was woken up.
"Ugh!" I exclaimed, ripping out my headphones. Well done Frank, of course it was a good idea to put your iPod on at night. I rubbed my eyes and became well aware of a glaring light, beaming into my eyes. As they opened, I looked around me. I was at my desk. I was fully clothed. And I'd overslept. "Shit!" I reached forward and grabbed my pile of clothes that had just been washed.
Three band t-shirts, one pair of ripped jeans, four socks, a skeleton hoodie, five pairs of boxers, and a beanie hat.

I picked up the appropriate amounts of clothing before rushing to the bathroom. I didn't really have enough time to wash, so I just stuck my head in the sink and shook my hair dry. It kinda sucked, I hate not showering. I only feel human after a shower.
Even so, I really had to go. The school bus would be arriving in ten minutes, which was barely enough time to do anything.


Teeth, food, shoes, bag, leave. Gerard was waiting for me at the bus stop. "Hey! What took you so long?" He laughed, just as the bus pulled in. "Overslept" I mumbled.
"Awh, I hate it when that happens." He nodded.
"Mhm." I said, smiling at the bus driver as I walked up the bus steps. I always felt the need to want to thank him as I got on, which was weird since technically he hadn't done anything yet. I always said it when I got off though.

The bus journey was pretty quiet, Josh didn't say anything today, which was good- yet surprising. Gerard and I discussed Black Flag. Before we knew it, we were there.
"I need to go to the library to pre-order the comic book I was telling you about. You wanna come?" He asked. "Nah, sorry, I'm gonna go to the form room. You're such a nerd." I punched his arm jokingly, he grinned at me. "I know, see ya' at registration!" The form room was a new concept to me, in Jersey we just went to each class and memorized your schedule. Yet here, you go to a room called 'The form room' to a thing called registration, where they check you into a register, and they do that in all lessons to check you were there. You can also come to the form room to eat at break and lunch too, or to the canteen. It's weird.

We walked off our separate ways and I saw Holly; the girl I sit next to in Art, walking the same way as me. "Hey!" I called, she turned round. "Oh, hi Frank!" She did a strange skipping movement towards me; making me laugh. "What's up?" She asked, opening the door for me. "Ugh, nothing, I'm so tired." She smiled. "I know right, me too! Have you got Art first today?" I nodded.
"Great! I'll see you there!" She shot me a grin before bounding off to her class. She was so full of energy I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed her before. It was strange that she was so shy normally, yet once somebody starts a conversation, she just jumps out of her shell. Opens up like a flower. I couldn't decide if it was an annoying kind of excitable, or a happy one, but I still wanted to know more about her. I'd have to wait until Art though, as she's not in my form.

I took my seat quickly, ignoring the girls gossiping next to me, most likely about me.
I got out my planner and flipped to the notes, these were blank pages in my planner which were probably for some reason other than doodling, but I used them for doodling anyway.
I was just in the middle of drawing an epic Sex Pistols logo, when the bell rang loudly, causing me to jump a little.
The tutor rushed into the room, in a brisk, confident manner. Her hair in place and her face composed. Her name was Mrs Elliot, she's my form tutor, which means she checks us all into school every morning. We're supposed to talk to her if we have any problems, but no one would approach her with a barge pole. She's fierce.

Gerard came into the room two minutes later, clutching a bright comic book, his hair flying in the wind, making me chuckle.
"Gerard Way, you are late! Care to explain?"
He looked a little panicked. "I was in the library.."
A gaggle of girls sniggered at him, he shot them a look.
"Fair enough. But there's no second chances. Sit."
He pulled a face to me, behind Mrs Elliot's back, I grinned at him.
"You got off lightly." I chucked.
"I know right.... Cool drawing." He smiled at my planner.
"Thanks."
"So...I saw you talking to Holly this morning..."
"And?" I asked, feeling slightly defensive.
"You like her, don't you?" Gerard states, grinning.
"What? I never said that." I told him, but he wasn't listening.
"Whatever, it's obvious." Gerard laughed, putting his comic inside his bag.
Ignoring his comment, I did the same with my planner, shrugging off his comment.

Before I knew it, it was time for art class.
"Hello, class! Today were going to start work on our 'Little Secret' project. It should be a lot of fun. I have decided that we will not work in pairs after all, as I want to give you as much creative space as possible. Perhaps mind-map what you're going to draw, then get to work. You can use any material you'd like." Mrs Carlie explained.
I decided against doing a mind map, too obvious. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea.
Holly took out her pencil and began sketching something across the page, it looked like the back of someone's head so far, but I couldn't be sure.
I glanced across the room, Gerard was busy frantically drawing with a thick black sharpie onto some red paper. He looked so engrossed, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.

I got out my art supplies and spread them out on the table; Black paint, white paint, white chalk, black card, paint brush, pencil and pen.
"Let's do this thing." I stated, Holly giggled.
I sketched some rough outlines onto the paper with a white chalk, smudging it a little with my finger.
I began to form the shape of a bone, and another one. I repeated this many more times until I had an entire skeleton hand. "That's great!" A voice interrupted me from my thoughts.
It pissed me off a little. I was so engrossed.
"Holly?.. Oh, thanks." I looked up, meeting her eyes. She leant on the table next to me. "Do you wanna go for a coffee with me after school?" She asked, smiling at me, an expression on her face I didn't recognise.
"Yeah...sure!" I said in a fluster. Coffee was always good.
“Great!” She smiled, as if she'd accomplished something. “Meet you in Starbucks at 4.” she stated, and then skipped off, I fucking swear she did a little flirtatious wave. Ew. When did she get so overconfident?

“Ooh, someone's got a date!” Piped up Gerard, who had appeared behind me.
“Shut up, Gerard.” I grumbled.
“Oi, no need for that attitude man.” He laughed, looking over my work, which I had just added a little more to.
“This is good. What does it mean?” I tapped my nose, as if to say 'Not telling you that easy, punk..'
“It's a hand...” He said, a hint of questioning to his voice.
“Two hands.” I replied.
“Reaching out to each other?” he asked, smiling. I blushed and looked away coyly.
“Oooh!” He giggled. “Why a skeleton?”
“Secrecy.” I said simply.
“What?” he asked. “Secrecy, how?”
“Can you see who it is? No. It's a human, that's all you know.” I told him, watching his facial expressions change as I spoke.
“That's a valid point.”
“Yep.” I shifted on my chair awkwardly, glancing down at it. I began to write out a word.
“Inter...dit?” Gerard asked, reading it out as I wrote it.
“Yes.” I replied.
“What does that mean?” He asked. He asks too many questions.
“It's in French.”
Before I knew it, he had left my side, wandered to his chair, picked up a French dictionary, and began to search the 'I' section.
“No, that's cheating!” I proclaimed.
“Forbidden.” Gerard said. “It means forbidden.” He looked me right in the eyes.

“Yes.”

Notes

I finally updated, and I made some digital art, woo! Hope you like the chapter.
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