The fear of falling apart (Frerard)

Chapter 1

Frank:

School. Even the name of that place gives me chills. The first letter S probably stands for Satan.

I've spent the summer traveling and moving houses, because my dear mom is a slut. I hate her. She makes me feel like im drowning in life, like someone is dragging me down and I can't reach the air. But it's not just mom to be honest. There has not been a single school without bullies. Me walking into a new school is like a wounded deer walking towards a hunter, waiting to get shot.

Mom and I finally found a decent house and I hope we'll stay here for more than two weeks, but I already know she's gonna marry some rich guy after the first date, get into a fight with him and here we go again. new house, new school.

I pushed the door of the hellhole open and breathed in the horrible air. Sometimes I just wish humanity would run out of air. The pain would be gone and at some point we would all be happy. The hallway was packed with students, but they soon left to get to class.

''Frank Iero?'' I heard an unfamiliar voice that made me jump a little.

I turned my head and saw an old lady smiling at me. Her smile was warm and welcoming so I had no choice but to return the smile. Her hair was dyed blonde, shoulder length and curled inwards and her brown eye-shadow went amazingly with her eyes.

''So you're the new student, my name is Mrs. Lange and I am the principal'' Her words were soft and calm. ''Here is your class schedule and your locker number'' she handed me a piece of paper. ''Your first class is Science in room 23'' She pointed at the paper and I nodded. She looked around while I was still scanning the schedule with my eyes. ''Mr. Way, come over here'' She suddenly said to someone behind my back. I turned around and saw him walking towards us looking angry, like he just had a fight with someone.

''Look, I didn't do anything and class already started.'' He sounded pissed when he arrived. His skin was pale and hair dyed black just like mine, but longer. His hair was a bit messy and his leather jacket was covering an AC/DC T-shirt, there was a little stain on his skinny jeans that looked like paint.

Mrs. Lange just laughed. ''Please show Mr. Iero to room 23'' She said and left us alone in the hallway. The boy sighed and pushed his hair from his face. He started walking and I followed close behind.

''Uhm'' I finally got the courage to speak. ''I'm Frank'' I said and I probably couldn't sound more awkward.

''Shut up'' He said his tone not changing a bit. He was taller, well most people were... older and he looked a lot stronger than me so I just listened. I don't need a black eye on the first day.

Before we arrived to room 23 we stopped at my locker so I could put my jacket away. He pointed at the door of the classroom. I nodded and then he just walked away putting his hands in his pockets and head down. I took a deep breath and slightly knocked on the door before entering.

''Sorry I'm late'' I said so quietly, it was weird that the teacher heard me.

''You're Frank, right?'' The teacher said and I nodded. ''Class'' He turned his face to the students. ''This is our new student, Frank Iero'' He said and I've never felt more awkward in my life, except for the day I walked in on my mom having sex with some random dude I've never seen before. The thought of that made me wanna throw up right here, right now. ''Take a seat'' He pointed at the empty seat and I did what he asked. ''As you may know from last year, my name is Mr. Peters'' He said while writing it on the board. ''Today we will be working in pairs'' He said and turned around to face us. Every single person in the room gave their friend the 'fuck yeah' look while I just sat there begging the teacher with my eyes not to do this pair thing. Everybody started getting up. ''Not so fast'' Mr. Peters half yelled. ''I'll chose your partners'' I decided to like Mr. Peters. He had his way of annoying students. He started calling names and all I heard were sighs from annoyed students. His hair was dark and curly. The smirk on his face could probably make my eyes bleed right now. ''Frank and Mikey'' The sound of my name made me raise my head and focus my vision on the kid waving at me. I got up, grabbed my bag and started walking to this Mikey kid. I liked the name Mikey, it reminded me of old times. My mother used to call me Frankie, when I was like five years old and still loved her. I still do love her, but just as my mum, she's nothing more to me than just a person who gave birth to me.