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Frank's POV
I sighed as I entered my new school. I looked around in the hall trying to find a door were there stood 'Principal office' on. I ignored the people staring at me and started walking. I heard a few people whisper as I walked by them, but I didn't care, I knew I looked different from them and was used to people stereotyping. To them I was just the little weird emo guy.
After a while I still hadn't found the office and I guess I must have looked pretty lost, 'cause I felt someone poking my shoulder. I turned around and saw a girl smiling at me. Her hair was jet black with pigtails and her teeth shining white like those people in the toothpaste commercials. She was wearing a red skirt and over her black T-shirt was a leatherjacket. Her face was all around cute.
"Hey man, whatcha looking for?" she asked still smiling, "What? Oh yearh, I'm looking for the principal's office" I said a bit confused and mentally face palmed myself for sounding so stupid.
"It's right down that hall" she said pointing down a hall to my left. I looked over and nodded "Okay, thanks" I said smiling back at her. She held out a hand "I'm Lindsey, but you can call me Lyn-Z" she said.
I shook her hand and simple answered "Frank." She took her hand back and smiled "Well, I gotta go to class now, Frank, but nice to meet you", "Nice to meet you too" I said and she waved fast before turning around and leaving.
Well that was a fast conversation I thought and started walking down the hall she had pointed out. And there is was, the big scary door with white letters saying that this was where my next principal would be found. I did open the door and saw a lady sitting behind a desk and a little sign before her saying 'Liza Venomer, secretary'. I walked over to the desk and after typing something in the computer the secretary looked up and asked what she could help me with. I said that was the new student, Frank Iero. She nodded and found some papers that she looked at fast and then handed me a piece of paper. It was my schedule. My first class was math. Great, I would start the day off with something I hated.
I walked out the door and was just about to go back in when I realized that I had not asked where the class was, when I heard some shouting. I looked over where it was coming from and saw a group of jocks standing over someone, kicking the victim while they said nasty things like "Fucking emo fag, - go slit your wrists,- why don't you go put on a fucking skirt?!".
"HEY!" I yelled and walked over to them fast, "What the fuck are you guys doing?!!" I pushed them away from the kid laying in fetal position and holding his hands over his head.
"Fresh meat" I heard someone grin, I was sure someone was going to punch me soon or expected at least a flood of mean nicknames. But the bell saved me and the jocks walked away like nothing had just happened. I helped the boy get up and I brushed away the dust on his back.
"You okay, man?" I asked worried looking at a tall thin boy with glasses. He was wearing a band tee and skinny jeans. "Yearh, I guess.. Thanks for helping me out" he mumbled.
"Sure thing" I said stepping back so he could stand up probably for himself. "You want me to follow you to class or something..?" I said not realizing how stupid that must have sounded. Like little me was ever going to protect someone from a bunch of strong jocks.. I then remembered that I was new at the school so I had no idea where anything where.
He grinned at my probably confused expression and said "No thanks, I think I'm fine. By the way, do you even know where you're going?" I blushed slightly "No.." He grinned again and asked what class I had now and I told him math. "That's right next to chemistry and I have that now, so follow me" he said and started walking.
I followed him and said "I'm Frank by the way" he looked at me and smiled "I'm Mikey." I nodded and tried to keep up with his long steps.
I didn't want to walk in silent so before it started I spoke, "So, uhm, what was up with that, y'know.., the jocks.." I tried not to push him, but it just made me sound stupid. He just looked down the grown and kept walking "Uhm, nothing, it just.." I looked at him hoping he would continue. He stopped in front of a door. "I guess they just don't like me because I'm not like them" he sighed.
I nodded "I know how you feel". He smiled at me and then pointed at a door next to the one he had stopped in front of. "There's your class" I nodded and walked over to it. Before either of us walked into the rooms he waved and said "Catch you later and, again, thank you!" "You're welcome, man". He nodded and walked in to his class. I took a deep breath before opening the door.
All of the kids in the class' gazes was at me when I awkwardly walked over to the teacher standing by his desk.
"Hi, I'm Frank Iero, the new student. I couldn't find the class and that's why I'm late" I spoke up and he nodded "I'm Mr. Maze. You can take seat next to Mr. Toro" he pointed at a boy with a big brown afro. I walked over to him and he smiled "Hey, I'm Raymond, but you can call me Ray", he held out a hand and I shook it "I'm Frank, but I'll smash your face if you call me Frankie" I joked and luckily he just chuckled. I sat down next to him and fumbled with my bag trying to get my book up.
The class went slow, but when the teacher was busy, me and Ray talked a little and I found out that he was a pretty cool guy. When the class ended I did gather my stuff fast and then noticed the guitar chase Ray pulled over his shoulder.
"You play guitar?" I asked and he nodded "That's awesome! I play too" I said smiling. He smiled back and said we should play together some time and I agreed. He asked if I wanted him to show me around a bit and I did grateful say yes, really happy that I had already made a friend. After showing me a bit of the school we met one of his friends. His name was Bob. His hair was blond, his eyes shining blue and he played drums.
We talked and I found out he was a cool guy too. The bell then rang and I had English. They told we were my class was and I made a deal with them that we would met up at lunch.
English class was boring as hell, people sucked, but somehow I survived. I couldn't spot Ray or Bob anywhere so I decided that I would just go to my next class right away. I had art and I fast found the classroom and just went in seeing someone sit with their feet on the desk. I took a good look at the guy and thought for a moment that he was a student, but he was too old for that.
His hair was black and styled. He had a red stripe in his fringe that covered a bit of one of his eyes. He looked up from a comic he was reading and smiled.
"Hi, can I help you?" He asked friendly and I nodded saying I was a new student. His smile grew wider and told me that he was my new art teacher, Mr. Wentz, but that I should just call him Pete.
"Well, you're early on it, so uhm, why don't you just go sit next to Gerard over there? He always comes early to this lesson." He said looking at a boy with raven black hair that hung perfectly around his pale face.
I sighed as I entered my new school. I looked around in the hall trying to find a door were there stood 'Principal office' on. I ignored the people staring at me and started walking. I heard a few people whisper as I walked by them, but I didn't care, I knew I looked different from them and was used to people stereotyping. To them I was just the little weird emo guy.
After a while I still hadn't found the office and I guess I must have looked pretty lost, 'cause I felt someone poking my shoulder. I turned around and saw a girl smiling at me. Her hair was jet black with pigtails and her teeth shining white like those people in the toothpaste commercials. She was wearing a red skirt and over her black T-shirt was a leatherjacket. Her face was all around cute.
"Hey man, whatcha looking for?" she asked still smiling, "What? Oh yearh, I'm looking for the principal's office" I said a bit confused and mentally face palmed myself for sounding so stupid.
"It's right down that hall" she said pointing down a hall to my left. I looked over and nodded "Okay, thanks" I said smiling back at her. She held out a hand "I'm Lindsey, but you can call me Lyn-Z" she said.
I shook her hand and simple answered "Frank." She took her hand back and smiled "Well, I gotta go to class now, Frank, but nice to meet you", "Nice to meet you too" I said and she waved fast before turning around and leaving.
Well that was a fast conversation I thought and started walking down the hall she had pointed out. And there is was, the big scary door with white letters saying that this was where my next principal would be found. I did open the door and saw a lady sitting behind a desk and a little sign before her saying 'Liza Venomer, secretary'. I walked over to the desk and after typing something in the computer the secretary looked up and asked what she could help me with. I said that was the new student, Frank Iero. She nodded and found some papers that she looked at fast and then handed me a piece of paper. It was my schedule. My first class was math. Great, I would start the day off with something I hated.
I walked out the door and was just about to go back in when I realized that I had not asked where the class was, when I heard some shouting. I looked over where it was coming from and saw a group of jocks standing over someone, kicking the victim while they said nasty things like "Fucking emo fag, - go slit your wrists,- why don't you go put on a fucking skirt?!".
"HEY!" I yelled and walked over to them fast, "What the fuck are you guys doing?!!" I pushed them away from the kid laying in fetal position and holding his hands over his head.
"Fresh meat" I heard someone grin, I was sure someone was going to punch me soon or expected at least a flood of mean nicknames. But the bell saved me and the jocks walked away like nothing had just happened. I helped the boy get up and I brushed away the dust on his back.
"You okay, man?" I asked worried looking at a tall thin boy with glasses. He was wearing a band tee and skinny jeans. "Yearh, I guess.. Thanks for helping me out" he mumbled.
"Sure thing" I said stepping back so he could stand up probably for himself. "You want me to follow you to class or something..?" I said not realizing how stupid that must have sounded. Like little me was ever going to protect someone from a bunch of strong jocks.. I then remembered that I was new at the school so I had no idea where anything where.
He grinned at my probably confused expression and said "No thanks, I think I'm fine. By the way, do you even know where you're going?" I blushed slightly "No.." He grinned again and asked what class I had now and I told him math. "That's right next to chemistry and I have that now, so follow me" he said and started walking.
I followed him and said "I'm Frank by the way" he looked at me and smiled "I'm Mikey." I nodded and tried to keep up with his long steps.
I didn't want to walk in silent so before it started I spoke, "So, uhm, what was up with that, y'know.., the jocks.." I tried not to push him, but it just made me sound stupid. He just looked down the grown and kept walking "Uhm, nothing, it just.." I looked at him hoping he would continue. He stopped in front of a door. "I guess they just don't like me because I'm not like them" he sighed.
I nodded "I know how you feel". He smiled at me and then pointed at a door next to the one he had stopped in front of. "There's your class" I nodded and walked over to it. Before either of us walked into the rooms he waved and said "Catch you later and, again, thank you!" "You're welcome, man". He nodded and walked in to his class. I took a deep breath before opening the door.
All of the kids in the class' gazes was at me when I awkwardly walked over to the teacher standing by his desk.
"Hi, I'm Frank Iero, the new student. I couldn't find the class and that's why I'm late" I spoke up and he nodded "I'm Mr. Maze. You can take seat next to Mr. Toro" he pointed at a boy with a big brown afro. I walked over to him and he smiled "Hey, I'm Raymond, but you can call me Ray", he held out a hand and I shook it "I'm Frank, but I'll smash your face if you call me Frankie" I joked and luckily he just chuckled. I sat down next to him and fumbled with my bag trying to get my book up.
The class went slow, but when the teacher was busy, me and Ray talked a little and I found out that he was a pretty cool guy. When the class ended I did gather my stuff fast and then noticed the guitar chase Ray pulled over his shoulder.
"You play guitar?" I asked and he nodded "That's awesome! I play too" I said smiling. He smiled back and said we should play together some time and I agreed. He asked if I wanted him to show me around a bit and I did grateful say yes, really happy that I had already made a friend. After showing me a bit of the school we met one of his friends. His name was Bob. His hair was blond, his eyes shining blue and he played drums.
We talked and I found out he was a cool guy too. The bell then rang and I had English. They told we were my class was and I made a deal with them that we would met up at lunch.
English class was boring as hell, people sucked, but somehow I survived. I couldn't spot Ray or Bob anywhere so I decided that I would just go to my next class right away. I had art and I fast found the classroom and just went in seeing someone sit with their feet on the desk. I took a good look at the guy and thought for a moment that he was a student, but he was too old for that.
His hair was black and styled. He had a red stripe in his fringe that covered a bit of one of his eyes. He looked up from a comic he was reading and smiled.
"Hi, can I help you?" He asked friendly and I nodded saying I was a new student. His smile grew wider and told me that he was my new art teacher, Mr. Wentz, but that I should just call him Pete.
"Well, you're early on it, so uhm, why don't you just go sit next to Gerard over there? He always comes early to this lesson." He said looking at a boy with raven black hair that hung perfectly around his pale face.
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Gerard Way © himself
Lyn-Z © herself
Mikey Way © himself
Ray Toro © himself
Bob Bryar © himself
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Gerard Way © himself
Lyn-Z © herself
Mikey Way © himself
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Bob Bryar © himself
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oh this seems like AWESOME so far im exited