Linkin Undead (Hollywood Undead FanFic)

Back to School

~Jorel~

I was nervous. Honestly, I have no idea why, but it was worse than the first day of school. My heart jumped every so often just thinking about it.

The guys woke me up and forced me into the shower, then made me eat cereal at the dining table with them. By the time I was done getting ready it was 7. School started at 8. Everyone sat around trying to highlight my day. Sometimes I'd find myself brushing my long hair out of my face. I never really let it just hang in my face before. It was probably since I was too lazy to comb it to the side. I never knew it was that long until now.

Tian and Dominique were now enrolled into our school. That means that Tian would see me like this.. Black ripped jeans and my black Misfits tee. My hair all shaggy, even though it was soft and clean. The paleness of my face and the bags under my eyes.

I looked like I was undead, like I just came out of my grave and came to live with the guys again. To come haunt them in some shape or form. Or maybe I just looked like a total emo kid. Either way I'd appear looking like sh*t.

My parents decided that it was a good idea to leave me alone until I spoke with them first. They told me that if there were any questions to be asked I'd have to ask them. I was alright with that, since hopefully all of this.. Sadness would fade away after awhile.

Awhile? How long was awhile? This could mean weeks, maybe months, maybe even years. It was hard to determine how long it would take.

Johnny decided to drive all of us to school. We squished into his car, looking like a bunch of canned sardines. It was terrible. I could hardly breath, so I'm just guessing that cluster-phobia had gotten to me. The air became more warm, which felt like I was inhaling used air.

They dropped Dylan off first, who piled over me to get out of the car. I grunted irritably since he could've simply said, "Excuse me" and I could've got out with him running me over.

George glanced at me while I drive, "You okay, J?" He asked, his strong voice making everyone's voice quiet down to a murmur.

"I don't want to go to school." I growled quietly, snapping my head towards the window and peering out.

**
~Mike~

Jorel didn't want to go to school. No one was surprised at all. It was probably because he stayed in bed for a whole two weeks. I pondered on the subject on if he knew he was depressed. J must've known, but maybe he was denying the truth.

"It's just the way of life." George told Jorel, pulling into a parking spot in the parking lot of the school.

We waited until George put the car in emergency park, because if he didn't, it would roll back. His car would roll anywhere, even if it wasn't parked on a hill or something.

Jorel sighed, opened the door, crawled out and slammed the creaky door behind him. George got out next.

"I just want to die." Jorel groaned, slumping over as he walked. He fixed his backpack strap that was slowly sliding off his small shoulder as he coughs up with George.

J wasn't joking though. You could tell with the way he said it. There was no sarcasm in his voice. Everyone stared at each other, eyes widened and mouths half open. George turned to him. "No you don't Jorel." He scolded, his voice stern as he pointed a finger at him.

**
~Dylan~

7th grade was, no offense, gay. It pissed me off. I couldn't wear my Oakland Raiders hat in the school. I couldn't wear shades, or if I got caught cussing I'd be either sent to the office or my name was written down.

Everyone knew that I was the rebel of the grade. There were so many people gossiping about me, "he just acts this way because he hangs out with a bunch of high schoolers". There were tons of rumors about me too, which was not even true at all. They say that I went to
juvenile detention for some reason. It amused me.

All the other 7th and 8th graders were stupid, immature f*cks that I couldn't stand. This junior high was it, everything about it was f*cked up; the teachers, rules, kids.. Just thinking about it made me pissed.

I walked through the hall to my locker, opened it quickly and threw it in without a care. A 8th grader (I'm pretty sure his name was Tim) tried to beat the sh*t out of me but failed, walked passed me. He had a vanishing black eye from the incident. Just to make sure he was never going to try and pick a fight with me ever again, I shot him a glare.

I was ready to get out of this sh*thole. I was ready for high school, even though Matty will be finishing his last year, and I only would have about two years with the rest of them.

The tardy bell rang already, and I was just about to walk into my class. When I walked in, everyone stared at me like I just killed someone. Even the teacher gave me a look I've never seen before. One of the guys in my grade that I hated with a passion watched me. I stared back with eyes widened, "What the hell are you lookin' at, dawg?"

Some murmurs came from the class. Especially the girls whispered about it. I felt amazing because of what I just said. The teacher stood up from her chair, glaring at me.

"I want you to go to the office now, Mr. Alvarez." She pointed her long boney finger at the door. Some of my "friends" chuckled at me, and I turned back to the door way and went out.

Great.