High School sucks (Frikey)

School

Mikey

It's the same cycle everyday. I wake up, take a shower, wear clothes, pick up my bag, eat breakfast with Gerard, then Gerard drives me to school because he teaches Art classes in the seniors.

Literally nothing changes when I enter the school corridors. I always get "Faggot!" "Dick sucker!" "Bitch!" "Such a slut." And then a chorus of laughter.

They say that because I wear black skin tight jeans, a black shirt or my favorite band shirts such as Smashing Pumpkins, Iron Maiden and Anthrax, a hoodie, and then my old beaten up black converse.

Wonderful, yes? Yes.

I sigh as I walk down the hall to get to my locker. I finally get to my locker without getting jumped on. I open my locker to get my books, but as soon as I opened the locker, papers were sliding down to my feet from the top of my books. Again, a chorus of laughter is sung by everyone around me, but what I heard the loudest was the deep laughter from the seniors. Shit.

One holds up the paper, a photoshopped photo of my head on a body of a woman touching a mans abs. I tried to ignore it. I tried to get my books.

"Hey bitch! Newsflash! 'Mikey Way is Fucking Gay, will he ever find another way?'" said by Seth, the captain of the football team, he laughs again, but accompanied by, Matt, Daniel, Ton and Frank.

I just stood in front of my locker looking down at my beaten up black converse, wishing that everything will just end immediately.

"Hey! Way!" I looked up, and all of a sudden I was on the floor because of the sudden impact from the punch on my stomach. Loud gasps from everyone around me, some were covering their mouths. Numerous oh my god's were said. I didn't care anymore. I just sat on the foot of my locker, legs spread as if I was shot dead. I was gasping for air, holding my stomach. Where's Gerard when I need him the most? Oh yeah, he isn't. Most of the time he's at school checking the works of the students and goes out to drink himself away from reality. I wish I could do that, but I have my possible ways.

"Hey faggot, why don't you just get the fuck up and fight like a fucking man, fucking dick sucker bitch." Seth said, ready to beat me up. His friends circled me, and now here I am. I'm now the center of attention. I hate it. Fuck my life, oh wait, my life hates me.

I didn't respond. I just sat there. Looking at my shoes. I curled into a ball head in between my knees, about to cry. This is my way saying 'I give up. Just get it over with.' That was when the school bell rang. The guys didn't care they just stood there looking down on me. The other students went to class and left me and the guys here.

I heard all of their shoes shuffle to move, but is stopped. Silence.

I didn't want to look up because I was scared. But I had to, so I did. I slowly titled my head up and saw that one of the guys stood in front of me. I wanted to see who it was, but my abdomen just hurt as fuck. I shouldn't feel this, this is nothing. I always get this. Why do I always bitch about the pain? The fuck? Fuck it.

I looked up and saw that he had short black hair, a black shirt, black jeans and to his shoes were a pair of blue converse. He was looking at everyone, one by one. When he moved his head to look at Matt, I tried to hold back a gasp.

It was Frank. Frank Iero. The person who beats me up with his friends for a laugh is now standing up for me. Me? No. He's out of his mind. He's crazy. He doesn't know. I'm not worth it. Move aside for fucks sake, Frank. Let them beat me up already! Fuck.

I stand up quickly ignoring the pain in my abdomen, pushing past through the guys and running towards the doors out of school. I need to get home.