Intro: As I stand beside yet another graveside, HIS graveside the cold November wind stung my tear stained cheeks and ripped my scarf, pulling it into my neck, like the noose that claimed HIS life. He DIDN'T DESERVE THIS!

My name is Jenna, and this is my fucked up life.

(Flash back)

I rushed down the now deserted corridors of my ancient secondary school my black converse squeaking on the cool marble floors.

I was late, again. It's not that I am a bad student, even though I despise school with all my heart and soul my grades where good and many teachers favoured me their favourite student. I was just the school bullies' best punching bag and I often found myself locked in the janitors' closet with the mops and brooms, or covered in paint stolen from the art room.

When I finally got to my classroom, I peered through the frosted glass to see whether we had Mr Lenard aka the strictest teacher in the school who was almost as bad as the bullies, or if we had Miss McPallar aka the softest but most respected teacher in the whole of finishing school. Shit we had Mr Lenard! I was dead.

I gingerly pushed open the class room door hoping to be able to slink into my seat before he noticed, but the door groaned in protest as i pushed it open, and Mr Lenard glowered atme before he made some smart arsed comment and some jock threw some chewing gum at my head, which I just managed to avoid. As I sat in my seat next to Tom my best and only friend a set of lines from Mr Lenard found its way onto the desk accompanied with the words saying: "2 sides in my office, this lunchtime. Glad you honoured us with your presence."

"Dick head" I heard tom mutter.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH" some smart arsed cool kid groaned from infront of me.

"Something like that," I muttered, chosing not to pay any attention to the gaylord infront of me, "what I would call isn't legal..." Tom just laughed and muttered something different.

As the bell went at the end of class I scurried out class glad to feel the cool April air on my face after the stuffy class room. My next class was modern history and I had heard there were 2 new students starting this term. Great 2 more people to hate me.

Tom walked me to class before lazily strolling to his chemistry class I knew that he wouldn't make it in time but his sole purpose in coming to this shit hole in the first place is to piss of the teachers. I sat down on the edge of my table waiting for the teacher to walk through the door, when somebody from the door frame caught my eye. There was a boy about my age with raven black hair, studded skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt with a MSI logo on his chest. His skin so pale it was almost translucent and hazel eyes lined thickly with black eyeliner. At his side another boy, taller and with thick rimmed glassed and sandy blonde hair that was so straight it cold have been used as a ruler.

My teacher Ms Daner, lead the two boys in, She directed at them " Now you must be the two new students, perhaps you'd like to tell us a little about yourselves?" the boy with raven black hair stepped forward, "My name is Gerard Way and I'm the lead singer of My Chemical Romance, and this is Mikey Way," he smiled cockily at me and looked straight into my eyes, "and I hope we get to know each other very well." By now everyone had turned to look at me now, dibelief and shock on one face in particular, the blond cheerleader type that I swear to god was drooling at him a minuete ago, but more importantly, Did Gerard way just hit on me?