Gerard

"I'm sorry, okay Mels?"

"No you are fucking not."

"I really am!" I yelled, fury and frustration beginning to boil inside of me at her ridiculous, over-dramatized reaction.

"Don't give me that bullshit! You never loved me, and you never did! Get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops, Way! Oh, and you know something else? I never even really loved you anyway. I just used you to look popular. You were just my little fuck puppet. Now, get the hell out of here, Gerard!"

Stinging lividly with blind rage, I turned on my heel and marched out the door with my head held high, making sure to slam it in her face before she could see the tears welling up and running down my cheeks.

Oh, and by the way, if you're wondering who this mysterious guy who just got yelled at by their ex-girlfriend is, my name is Gerard Way. Don't feel too bad for me, though. She was a total bitch to begin with, and I don't know what I ever saw in her. I'm glad I got rid of her, though. One less of the painful amount of problems I'm straining to carry on my back.

Why she yelled at me? Mostly overreaction and hurt, which was caused by the fact that I'm going to be moving to a new house, a new school, and a new life.

I usually live in Summit, New Jersey, but I'm leaving for Belleville in the morning. I am looking forward to it, seeing as my life here is already living hell. Yeah, I also had the best fucking week ever ending with my perfect day today.

On Monday, I flunked the biggest test of my school year, then on Tuesday I got beaten up by some sadist bullies, just because I refused to cut my hair.

On the lovely Wednesday of this glorious week, my cat and best friend, Mr. Fluffington, got hit by a car. That was an amazing event.

Thursday was probably the worst, seeing as one of the bullies who had laughed at my hair pants'd me in front of the entire school during lunch.

And to complete this fabulous last week, you saw that little scene with Melissa back there. Fan fucking tastic.

Oh, and to top it all off, Mikey's being an ass and whining about moving. Mikey is my brother, who, unlike me, is actually really popular and really smart at school, so he will actually have something to miss. It's not that I don't love him with all my heart; it's just getting extremely irritating to listen to him ranting about his friends and girlfriend.

My personal belongings, mainly composed of my CDs, my CD player, shirts, skinny jeans, two hoodies with badges on them, and boxers, are packed in my school backpack, ready and set to go. Oh, and my secret comfort food stash, complete with chocolate and cake. Can't live without it. Seriously.

Anyway, everything of any value I owned was sitting by the door, and I was tapping my foot anxiously as my mom rechecked all the bags to make sure we hadn't forgotten anything.

"Alright, boys, ready to go?"

"Absolutely," I said, practically running towards the minivan.

"I guess," Mikey sighed, following me, less enthusiastically. Poor kid.

We got in the van and drove off. My heart was thumping wildly with anticipation, nerves, and a bit of hope that my life here would turn out better than the last.

Belleville isn't that far from Summit. It's only about 10 minutes away, if you drive slowly, even, but it's far enough away to lose all contact with your friends. If I had any to begin with.

This is scary.

I have no idea what the people here are like whatsoever.

But I'm willing to try.

We arrive at the new house, and it's surprisingly nice. The basement is perfect for a bedroom, so I call dibs on that. Mikey has the bedroom on the second floor.

That night, I get about three hours of sleep, tossing and turning with anxiety. Eventually morning comes, and I drag myself out of bed, throwing on a black t-shirt and skinny jeans. I do my eyeliner, making sure to smudge it so my eyes look big and dark. The high school is only about a block away, so I hurry out the door after Mikey and walk towards the new school.

I stand, paralyzed with nerves, my breathing shallow and fast, outside the school doors. I look at Mikey, and he gives me a reassuring glance.

Taking a long, deep breath to steady myself, I walk up, open the doors, and step into the school.

Yeah, this is a mini chapter. I pinky swear the next will be long =P

R&R and I'll love you forever.

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