Friends Will Be Friends

That's School For You

I had no idea where the cafeteria (?) was, so I just followed the masses of other students, hoping they would lead me there. Dad had given me some green paper that morning, which must've been that strange American 'money', which I don't think I will ever get the hang of. Anyway, I think I had about $20; bring on the shit food!

I took one look at the crap they were selling, and nearly puked. I don't even think it was food! I grabbed an apple – couldn't believe they even had apples – and went outside.

Memo to myself: Pack own lunch!

All the friendship groups were together, and all of the stereotype groups were too. I didn't feel like socializing, so I found a shady tree, and sat down there. Quickly, I finished my apple and discarded the core. I think I still had about another thirty minutes at that point. Searching through my bag, I found my black notebook, with my songs in it. If I couldn't have music in class time, I'd have it now.

"I thought you'd be there forever. Why'd you leave me? Don't you care?" I sung aloud, testing a few lyrics. "That's total shit," I mumbled to myself, hearing the cheesy-sounding crap.

"Hi," a girl greeted me shyly. Looking up, I saw the girl – Brooke? Belle? – from English this morning.

"Hi," I muttered, returning my gaze to my notebook.

"What are you writing?" This girl clearly wasn't planning on leaving me alone anytime soon.

Sighing, I closed my book, and put it in my bag. "Nothing,"

"Sorry about English this morning. I don't often think about what I'm going to say before I say it." She blurted out.

"Don't worry about it…Betty?" I couldn't remember her name!

"I'm Bess, and you're Jadis, right?" She held her hand out for me to shake. I ignored it.

"Yeah," I looked at her a bit, and took in her appearance. She had white-blond hair, pale skin (how anyone could stay pale in California eluded me), was a little bit plumper than me, and kinda on the short side. I didn't think Frank would be much taller than her, though. She was wearing red skinny jeans, a black shirt with red print, and a black and gray striped hoodie. She had on black and white Converse, and a black ribbon tied around her knee, along with grey hobo gloves, and black eye make up.

"Look," I said, "if you want an autograph or something, fuck off. I don't want to be bugged right now." I dismissed her. She looked upset. I sighed again. "Who do you usually sit with?" I asked.

"No-one; I'm a loner," she replied quietly.

"Sit down," I groaned. I knew I was going to regret it in the long run, but what the hey? A little company couldn't hurt too much.

Once I'd gotten Bess talking, she didn't shut-up. I was grateful for it though, it meant she couldn't interrogate me, and risk my exposure.

Lunch was pretty much hell, but I'd expected it to be. There were gay jocks everywhere, and they couldn't help but comment every time they saw me. It seemed that gossip and rumours spread through this school like a bushfire in the wind.

Lunch finally ended. Bess and I had Study Hall together, so she showed me the way to the room. She told me the teacher was really nice, and didn't really care what we did. I guess it was a bit of a score, but so far the day had been incredibly boring. English had been lame and a total embarrassment; Music sucked because I'd already learnt all of that, and I got sent to the principal; even lunch was lame, because I had to sit there being talked at by this random emo chick!

To top it all off, there were so many rumours and stories going around about me!

"…she's been put up for adoption because her rockstar parents don't want her anymore…"

"…she got kicked out of her old school, and no-one else in Australia wanted her, so she came here…"

"…she's a spoilt brat…"

"…her parents are dead…"

"…she cuts herself…"

"…she lies about her family…"

Honestly people! Get a fucking life!

I sat down in Study Hall. It went for an hour and a half. A fucking hour and a half of pure boredom!

I pulled my phone out, and started texting Bob and Mikey, hoping they would reply. They usually did, and I missed being able to talk to them all the time. I'd been sulking in my room so much; I hadn't really had a chance to talk to them properly since Christmas.

Reply from Bobbert:

Go on Twitter!!

Reply from Milkey F. Way:

Do as Bob says!

I went on to my phone internet, and got onto my Twitter account.

BlueJay: mikeyway bobbryar hey guys. im stuck in study hell! its sooo boring

*rolls eyes*

mikeyway: BlueJay bobbryar dont you mean study HALL?

BlueJay: mikeyway bobbryar no study hell. its crap. why am I here again?

bobbryar: BlueJay mikeyway because you had a series of unfortunate events

BlueJay: bobbryar mikeyway hah hah. thats possibly the worst joke ive heard in ages!

mikeyway: BlueJay bobbryar don't pick on him Jay he cant help but act like his father

bobbryar: mikeyway BlueJay MIKEY WAY! YOU'RE SKATING ON THIN ICE!

BlueJay: mikeyway bobbryar where are you two anyway?

mikeyway: BlueJay bobbryar studio

BlueJay: mikeyway bobbryar aww! I wanted to come with you!

bobbryar: BlueJay mikeyway you should no you don't mess with g! he can be evil!

gerardway: mikeyway BlueJay bobbryar you no I can read this to

BlueJay: gerardway mikeyway bobbryar er…these are not the droids you seek!

gerardway: BlueJay mikeyway bobbryar shouldn't you be working? ALL of you?

bobbryar: gerardway BlueJay mikeyway haha star wars FTW!

raytoro: gerardway BlueJay mikeyway bobbryar frankiero Frankie! theyre having a party without us!

frankiero: raytoro BlueJay mikeyway gerardway bobbryar noooooooo! bitches! why wasnt I invited?

BlueJay: frankiero raytoro gerardway mikeyway bobbryar because your a super mario now Frankie

frankiero: BlueJay mikeyway raytoro gerardway bobbryar something wrong with super mario these days?

bobbryar: frankiero gerardway mikeyway BlueJay raytoro there is when hes our rhythm guitarist!

frankiero: bobbryar gerardway mikeyway BlueJay raytoro fuck off!

raytoro: frankiero BlueJay bobbryar gerardway mikeyway I have to agree w/ Jay frank, you look like mario.

frankiero: raytoro BlueJay mikeyway bobbryar gerardway noooooooo…where'd the brothers go?

BlueJay: frankiero raytoro mikeyway bobbryar gerardway arent you guys all in the same place anyway?

bobbryar: BlueJay frankiero raytoro mikeyway gerardway maybe…

gerardway: bobbryar BlueJay mikeyway frankiero raytoro jay, get back to work! guys, we need to keep recording otherwise we'll have a rampage on out hands!

BlueJay: gerardway mikeyway bobbryar frankiero raytoro ok. see you later xxx

I put my phone away, and tried to find something else I could do to entertain

myself. That had taken a grand TEN minutes. Great, only eighty more to go.

I pulled out my English book, and started doing the homework. But it only took me twenty minutes. I still had an hour to waste! I don't think that the education board of America could've invented a more useless period! What was I supposed to do?

My phone bleeped then, as if on queue. Flipping it open I read the message.

Txt msg from Hailzz:

Hey, girl! I miss you loads! Thought you'd like to know, I'm coming to LA during the Christmas holz. Hope 2 c you soon. xx Hailz

Hailey was coming! Yes! Excitement ran through my body. I hadn't seen Hailey for almost a year now, and I really missed her. And I could finally talk to someone my own age! Bonus!!

The rest of the day was oh so boring. Once I finally escaped Study Hell – as I now decided to call it – I had to go to Maths, Biology and PE. Can you say 'long-winded and deadly-boring?'

Mikey picked my up after school, because apparently dad was too busy looking at new cars. When he told me this, I'd groaned and flopped in beside him. Mikey didn't seem too pleased with his brother's decision either, but he didn't actually say anything.

"So how was your day at school," Mikey asked, politely.

"Deadly boring; didn't you get that much from the twittering?" I replied, exhausted. The day had seriously worn me out.

"A little; Gerard wasn't too happy about that, and I think Frank's a bit self-conscious now, because he thinks he looks like Super Mario."

"But he does look like Super Mario! Haven't you noticed?"

"Yes," Mikey mumbled low, before laughing.

"My friend, Hailey, is coming to LA soon." I told him, knowing I had to.

"Oh," he responded, blankly.

"She doesn't know about any of this, but she loves MCR. I'm a bit worried,"

"You should be."

"But I really need someone to talk to, and she's my best friends; my only friend,"

"I understand, Jadis. I'm not Gerard; I understand you need to talk to someone your own age."

"Could you please talk to dad about it? For me? He won't listen to me at the moment! He hates me at the moment. Please Uncle Mikey? Please?"

"Ok! Ok! Stop begging! I'll talk to him tonight."