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Give 'Em Hell Kid

I think early alarm clocks should be illegal, I thought, slamming my hand down on my clock. 5:45, how the fuck is that an okay time to start school? I pulled on my tight black skinny jeans and a tight misfits tee, trudging upstairs out of my room in the basement, not wanting to start school, not yet. "Hey asswipe, catch!" My dad shouted across the room, and threw an empty bottle at my head. It hit my forehead, and I ran out the door before he could throw, say, or do anything else.

Oh right, by the way, my name is Frank Iero. My dad's obviously a drunk; he began when my mom died when I was 7. I'm 17 years old, and I don't know why I take this shit anymore. We just moved to LA, and I'm starting high school, I can already tell people will know I'm gay and beat me up. Oh yeah, I'm gay.

I walked down the cold Winter roads, allowing the lonely wind to freeze my bare arms. My dad never told me to grab a jacket, and I hated him even more for it. I hoped it would heat up a little bit, even though its late November. In Florida it got kind of warm in November, LA could be the same way, right?

Before I walked in the school, I stopped at the bathroom to see how I looked. Of course, the bottle cut my forehead so it was bleeding, and I still had a black eye from yesterday, when he got even more drunk than humanely possible. I can already tell that if he knew I was gay, he would actually kill me. Right when I finished cleaning up the blood, the bell rang, and I cursed to myself and left the bathroom.

I ran through the empty hallway, finding math finally. Walking in, everybody stopped, and stared at me. "Can I help you?" The grumpy-looking woman asked. "Is this math?" I asked quietly, and everybody sniggered as if that's a stupid question. "Yes, are you the new student? Hank right?" She said, looking right at me, along with almost everybody in the classroom, except one boy in the back, his greasy raven black hair shielded his face. "No, its Frank." I mumbled, wondering what the mysterious boy looked like. She nodded and typed something on her computer, pointing at the seat next to the boy. "You can sit next to Gerard" She said, entranced in whatever the hell she was writing. "Careful, he's a fag" "Don't get too close, he might rape you" Were some things I heard on the way back to my seat. Gerard put his head down, and whispered something I couldn't hear.

"Hi, I'm obviously Frank" I whispered, putting my bag on the floor. He looked up, and his hair stayed glued to his face. All I saw were perfect, kissable lips. Damn it Frank, stop thinking like this, I thought, and looked down at him. Gerard wore a plain fitted tee, and extremely tight pants, which showed him seemingly large package well. He smiled at me, such a sweet smile, and pushed his hair out of his face, revealing the most gorgeous hazel eyes. Someone coughed, looking at us and through the cough said "Fags". This is going to be hell obviously.

See you in Chapter two!

If you were here I'd never have a fear, so go on with your life, But I miss you more than I did yesterday, Your beautiful