The Kids From Yesterday (frerard)

Frank POV

I rub my shoulder, still sore from being slammed into a locker. Not even one hour in school and I'm already dogged. I get to my locker, number 182 and sure enough, Ryan is already there.

        "Hey, Ry" I mutter. He's my only friend in the world and is probably the only person willing to be my friend.

        "Hey bud, what's up?" He knows how I feel, he saw my whole slammed-into-a-locker spiel.

        "I'm alright, already have a fresh bruise." Ryan gives me a weak smile. The same smile I get from my mom every time I come home with a black eye or the smile the vice principal gives me when he says there's nothing he can do about my bullying problem. Ryan's heard all about my many scrapes and bruises, him being the person who helped me up when everyone left me for dead from a bully.

         Poor Ryan. He could be popular enough to be one of the "cool" aka superficial students. But, people who hang out with me have a habit of geting thrown to the bottom rung of the social ladder.

        "So uh, the dance is coming up, you gonna go?" Ryan looks nervous, looking down at the ground.

      I laugh, thinking he's joking. "Um do you know me? I could never."

        "Yeah, yeah, it's just," Ryan thrusts his hands in his jacket pocket, "there's this girl that kinda asked me to it, and I actually really like her."

        A girl? I've never seem anyone show interest to Ryan. But then again, if it weren't for me...

        "Sure I guess, but you wouldn't want me third-wheeling like an even bigger loser than I already am!"

        "Actually," Ryan has a small smile on his face, "The girl, Jenny, has a friend named Sarah that happens to be interested in a certain dude named Frank."

        "Seriously? You've got to be kidding!"

        "I'm not. She actually got past the emo hair and clothes, surprisingly enough."

        "Ouch, that hurt." I give Ryan a playful punch on his arm.

        "Anyways, Jenny and I are gonna sit together at lunch. I'm sure Sarah will be there."

        I shrugged. "Are we gonna be in the cafeteria?"

        "Probably."

        I sigh. The last time I was there, my lunch was thrown into the trash bin along with myself and my backpack.

        "Dude, you'll be fine. You'll be with me and the girls."

        "Ok, I guess." I hold my books close to my and walk with Ryan to my English class. English is probably my favorite class, other than Art. Here I can write about my problems without being judged. Well, that is if no one takes my notebook.

        "Well, I gotta go, but have fun." Ryan gives me a hopeful smile and jogs off to his first period class.

        Sighing again, I pull open the metal door marked "B-3". My sneakers make a slight squeaking noise when I walk into the room. Not many people are in yet, so I take my time, finally having some peace. At my seat, which is near the back against one of the large windows, I take out my notebook and jot a few new sentences down.

        I'm in the middle of this story I'm writing. It's basically about this person that tries hard to not fit in, because they don't want to be like everyone else. The opposite of me in a nutshell.

        The bell rings, I hurry to put my notebook away, not wanting it to be taken. Based on experience, people think it's funny to steal notebooks and rip all the pages out. I place my chin in my hand, not ready for today.

Ok so uhhh this is the first fanfic that I've ever published and this already has around 20 reads?? V v cool. If you couln't tell, I love Frank Iero or Frnkiero if you prefer! I'll try to update asap, I have everything written down, I just don't get around to typing it all! xofran