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Mikey

I began adding generous amounts of hair gel to my hair. My fingers, tearing through, and brushing up. I let out a profane groan as I continued to comb through my knotted hair with my fingers.

I see my brother, Gerard, standing in the doorway.

"When did you dye your hair black?" He said

I then realized that I did, and then laughed a little at my own unawareness.

"Last night." I said, expressionless

"You sure you want to look like Edward Cullen for your first day of high school?" Gerard joked

I made a face at my laughing brother

"You sure you want to look like an abused puppy on the first day of school?" I teased back at him "I'll call PETA if you want."

"Go give yourself the 'shittiest comeback ever award'."

I was rummaging through Gerard's drawers when I spotted Gerard's old black eyeliner. I pulled it out quickly.

"You mind if I use this?" I asked

"Whatever." He shrugged "don't blame me if you get beat up though."

I carefully began lining my eyes with the thick pencil.

I stood in my room, brushing out my ragged suit, which was a hand-me-down from Gerard.

The suit hung off my skinny frame like a jacket off a coat rack. I smiled slightly at how dumb I looked when I flailed my arms around like I used to in third grade. I began to tie my tie.

One of the few things our school DOES allow us to choose is our ties. I had a plain white tie, that I drew Pokemon and ATARI characters all over. I laughed again at how dumb I looked.

My sleeves were frayed, so I tried to roll them up. I looked at my arm in the mirror and my smile faded. I saw scars. Just a reminder of how awful my years in middle school were. I suddenly got really depressed.

I exhaled and walked over to Gerard's car which is parked out in our driveway. He honked his horn at me, so loud I cover my ears. I climbed into the red car. The shade of the car reminded me of Gerard's hair, which I'm still pretty sure he's going to get in trouble for having.

I kicked my feet up on the dashboard of Gerard's car. I looked at him. He didn't know anything I was going through. He had it all. Looks, Friends, Money and Girls.

I didn't seem to acquire any of Gerard's likable traits. I got the bipolar, the nearsightedness and over all the homosexuality.

Before I knew what was going on, Gerard's car had come to a halt. I opened the door and as I got out, I already was hearing whispering about me.

"I see Gerard has already told everybody about his gay little brother…" I mumbled to myself, continuing to walk.

"HEY GAY-WAD!" I heard from behind me. I saw a tall, muscular figure standing behind me. clearly he was one of the jocks. "Don't go kissing any of the boys around campus, alright?"

Laughter was everywhere. I sighed and continued my walk of shame into the school.

I was inside soon. I found my locker, #168, and Threw my jacket inside. I saw a girl next to me at locker #169. She had dark brown hair with green tips.

"I see you scored on the locker number field."

She looked my way with a surprised look, which quickly turned into a smile

"Oh, yeah!" She had a higher, cheerful sounding voice "You're Mikey, right?"

"Yeah… How did you know?" I said, dreading the answer

"Gerard." All of my hope drained

"Oh."

"Don't worry… I still think you're pretty cool. I mean the music you listen is pretty cool. That makes you cool in my book. I have low standards.""

"What do you mean? I don't listen to that top 40 shit if that's what you mean" I responded, hoping to get out of the conversation.

"Ew. God no. The Smashing Pumpkins, Iron Maiden, Metalli-"

I cut her off

"Oh, thats good!" I seemed a bit too excited.

"If you want you can sit with us during lunch."

"That would be wonderful! I'm looking forward to it"

I began to walk off with my books in hand, super exited for lunch time.