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"This is so going to suck." mumbled an eleven year old Gerard as his mother, bless her soul, tried to fix his hair.
"You don't know that sweetheart, you might even make new friends." she attempted a smile at her son.
"Yeah, right." Gerard scoffed and rolled his hazel eyes.
Donna gave up and hurried her son out the door. Mikey was waiting in the car. Belleville wasn't exactly huge, so there was basically one middle school, one high school, one preschool, and one elementary school. Gerard was making his transfer to Belleville Middle, while Frank was only in fourth grade now.
Great thought Donna, Frank sure as Hell wouldn't be keen on the whole "Gerard and you aren't in the same school anymore." thing.
Donna let Mikey out of the car when they pulled up to Belleville Elementary. "Have a good first day sweetheart!" she called out, Mikey gave her a half hearted wave in return. She sighed and continued on.
Donna walked Gerard into the school, to his utter dismay and horror. But, it was his first day in a new school, so it was her duty. She took Gerard to the office to get his locker number and sign some papers.
"And you must be Mr. Way!" the cheeky lady at the front desk said. "Welcome to Belleville Middle!"
"Welcome to my nightmare." Gerard mumbled under his breath.
His mom scowled at him, whatever he didn't give a crap.
"Well Gerard, your locker number is 346! Have a fantastic day!" she beamed and handed Gerard a little slip of paper.
"I'll walk you there honey." said Donna.
"No, please don't."
"But-" she started.
"Mom! Just freaking leave me alone would you? Jesus." said Gerard angrily.
Donna looked hurt but backed off.
"I'll pick you up at 3:00." and she left Gerard to fend for himself.
He turned around, searching for his locker. Gerard honestly didn't mean to give his mom such a hard time, she did the best she could for Mikey and him. But this whole new rebellion attitude he had going on, listening to rock music and being all moody. It was pretty bad-ass.
Gosh, he couldn't believe he had to go to school without Frank again, he remembered the time when he went into Kindergarden and Frank was still stuck at Tiny Hands childcare center.
"But Mommy! I can't go to school if Gee isn't there!" wailed a three year old Frank, he had a pretty decent vocabulary range for a three year old.
"Sweetie, Gerard is going to go to a big boy school, and in two years so will you!" his mom had said, trying to calm her son down.
Gerard shifted awkwardly in the corner, shuffling his feet.
He was gonna miss Frank, he loved Frank. But they'd still have sleepovers all the time and talk about their plan for the zombie apocalypse right?
Of course they would.
Gerard looked up from the floor at the whining under-sized boy in front of him and put a hand on his tiny shoulder and squeezed. Frank looked up at Gerard through his long tear filled eyelashes.
"It's okay Frankie, you're okay." Gerard assured Frank.
"No Gee, I'm not okay!" and Frank threw his frail arms around Gee's neck.
"Well, Frank you know what happens if you don't go to preschool right?" Gerard asked.
Frank shook his head and wiped his nose on his shirt sleeve.
"If you don't go to preschool, you can't go to Kindergarden, which means we can't ever go to school together." Gerard said in the most serious voice a five year old could muster.
Frank looked taken aback. "Ever?" he whispered.
"Ever." Gerard replied.
"Mommy, I changed my mind! Hurry up we're gonna be late!" he exclaimed, suddenly very interested in getting to school.
Linda Iero gave Gerard a smile and mouthed a thank you.
Gerard grinned at the memory, and almost didn't notice the boy in front of him, poking at his chest.
"Hello, anybody home?" The boy asked.
Gerard snapped back into reality.
He was tall and had a little bit of an afro going on for him.
"I'm Ray!" the boy said, smiling like he had won the lottery or something.
"Oh um, yeah hi. I'm, uh, Gerard." God, could he get any more awkward?
"Looking for your locker?" Ray asked, rocking back and forth.
"Yeah, um 346." Gerard said lamely.
"No way! Mines 344, follow me." Ray said and snaked his way through the large crowd of sixth graders, bubbling with excitement.
Gerard adjusted his bag on his shoulder and followed the fro down the long hall.
Well at least he didn't seem to be the class freak.
Yet.
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