Irmarie P.O.V.
I made my way through the school hallways.

I should probably introduce myself first. My name is Irmarie Hale. I know, why is my name Irmarie? Ask my parents, I don't know, okay. I'm seventeen years old. I'm in the bottom of the food chain in high school. I'm the weird 'emo' kid who sits alone.

So, I made my way. School's almost over. I'm heading to my last class, art.

I love art. And music, too.

I walk into the class without a problem. I'm always early to class to avoid the rest of the school.

"Hello Irmarie," Mrs. Hale said.

"Hello Mrs. Hale," I said taking a seat in front of the class. Art is the only class I sit in the front.

"Irmarie." Mrs. Hale began. "Why are you always early in every class?"

"Oh. I uh..." I trail off looking at my desk.

I can trust Mrs. Hale. She and I are actually friends. Actually, she's my only friend here. I can talk to her like if she was my age. She loves the same rock bands as me. I swear, sometimes I think she's even a student and not a teacher.

"You know you can trust me, Irmarie." Mrs. Hale said.

"I know, Mrs. Hale. Well, I do it to avoid them," I said rubbing my arms.

"Oh, Irmarie. Ignore their ignorant asses. What ever they say is all wrong. Trust me, it may seem it's a bad life now, but, it gets better," Mrs. Hale said.

I looked up at her. She had a smile in her twenty-five year-old face. Yeah, she's twenty-five.

"Thanks Mrs. Hale," I said.

"Robin says hi," Mrs. Hale said as she headed to her desk.

Robin is Mrs. Hale's husband. They've been married for about two years. Robin is like a big brother to me. Actually... Robin is my brother. I have four big brothers, including Robin. I'm the youngest one and only girl. So, yeah, Mrs. Hale is my sister-in-law.

I don't always call Mrs. Hale 'Mrs. Hale'. Just in school. Her first name is Amy. Middle name Lee.

In comes the first student other than me. He has black short-ish hair. His names Gerard Way. He hates everyone that loves rock, or in this case, 'emos'.

I remember when I first ran into him. It was last year actually. I was alone in the hall. I was surprised that there was nobody there. I kept getting my things from my locker, until I saw some shadows.

I quickly had turned around to see him -Gerard Way- with two more guys. One is named Gabrial Herrera and his twin brother, Giovanni. Some of the students and teachers call them the G Boys. So, anyways, they shoved me into my locker.

"Hello Gerard," Mrs. Hale said.

"Hey Mrs. H," Gerard said taking a seat behind me.

Fuck. I thought.

Out of all the students in this class at this period, he has to sit behind me. Why!

I felt really uncomfortable. I usually can't sit still either. I shifted a lot as students came in through the door as the bell rang.

"Good afternoon, class," Mrs. Hale said.

"Good afternoon," we all said.

Mrs. Hale started to talk about a big project we have. We were about to start it today. I paid attention to Mrs. Hale, but was interrupted by someone tapping my shoulder.

I wasn't used to anybody touching me. Not even a tap on the shoulder. So when this person tapped my shoulder, I jumped a little.

"Hey, emo, would you fucking sit still for about a damn minute!" Hissed Gerard.

I sighed and tried to sit still. I ended up shaking my leg a lot.

"...Now, this is a partner type of project. I have chosen the partners since what happened last time," Mrs. Hale said looking at Gerard and Giovanni. Gabriel isn't in this class at this period.

The last time we had to choose partners, Gerard and Giovanni had, like, a paint fight in class. Mrs. Hale tried to stopped them, she had to call the Principal in order for them to stop. That day, I went home looking like I came out of a clown's beauty saloon. Everybody did actually.

"Okay, I have to list here. As I call your names, please stand next to each other, okay. Jessica Argomaniz and Jennifer Doman. Micheal Backman and Jake Benjamin..."

One by one, everyone stood up.

"Irmarie Hale and Gerard Way," Mrs. Hale said finally.

My heart started to pump my blood too quickly, I swear I thought I was going to faint! Gerard hates my guts, Mrs. Hale knows that!

The class when all ooo's and what not.

"Bro! You got the emo chick!" Giovanni said and we walked up and stood next to each other.

My breathing started to quicken up! Oh God I better not have an anxiety attack. I thought. This usually happens when I start socializing with other people.

Mrs. Hale started to talk to Giovanni on how it was wrong to call me 'emo' outside in the hall. I started to feel very dizzy. Shit, I'm having an anxiety attack.

I noticed Gerard was looking at me. Probably to make fun me.

"Hey, are you okay?" Gerard asked concern. Wait, him concern about me.
"Y-yeah," I breathed out.

Truth was a big fat no. I wasn't okay, I'm going to pass out any second. I quickly put my hand against the wall so I can lean. Yeah, any second now.

"Irmarie? Are you sure you're okay," Gerard asked getting closer to me. When he said that, the whole classed looked at me.

I can feel their eyes burning through my skin and muscle system and nerve system and everything into my soul, judging me.

I started to blink a lot and the room suddenly got too hot for my body. My vision got blurry and it started to spin.

"Irmarie! Are you okay?" I can hear Gerard's voice.

I felt my body start sweat, like I've been running. My breathing was out of my control now. Anxiety is slowly going to kill me someday. I know it.

"Dude, she looks like she's going to pass out!" I heard Jake Benjamin say.

Gerard bit his lip as if he didn't know what to do when an anxiety attack is happening to a person. Yeah, probably nobody does in this room knows.

Gerard put his hand on my forehead so gently, I swear I think he didn't even touch it!

"You're burning hot!" Gerard said. I heard someone snickered. "N-not like that! Are you sick? Have high fever?" He asked.

I manage to shake my head for no. But every time I did, my vision got blurry!

My body couldn't handle it anymore. It gave up and soon I started to fall. I heard someone scream 'O-M-G'.

I felt someone had caught me. Or had Gerard let me fall to the floor? "Irmarie!" I heard Gerard's voice. Yeah, totally Gerard that had caught me.

I felt him lift me up and carried me, bridal style. "Clear the tables!" I heard him say.

I felt him lay me down on the cold table. I felt his fingers go to my throat, checking my pulse. At least he didn't check my wrist...

"Hearts going too fast for her!" Gerard announced.

Soon, my mind shut off. Blacked out for sure. All there was left was for me to hope... I guess.