I hate highschool. Everyday is a struggle, and every part of that day is a struggle. I have a slob for a roomate, so it was usually her fault when I couldn't find my favorite pair of converse. When I eventually made it to the dining hall for breakfast, all the seats were taken, and I had to sit in the bathroom. And DO NOT get me started on classes.
Sure, I was a whiz at trigonometry and shakespeare, but when it comes to physical education, I'm not the most popular. Everyone gets me out at dodgeball because I'm fat, and therefor, making it easier to hit me in . . . . Places.
So you see, it was quite a shock to see my favorite band member's doppelganger staring at me.
Usually I see a cosplay of Gerard at the Comicons, or on Halloween, and I always compliment how much they look like him . . . . But the boy in front of me looks exactly like him.
I turned around, expecting somebody to whisper girlishly over how cute he is, but I find no one to talk to. Instead, I bang my nose into the open locker behind me.
To my horror, the boy comes running towards me.
"Oh my god! Are you okay? I can ring the school nurse if you like." My hand shoots up to my nose, covering it protectively.
"Um . . . No thanks, I'm fine." Slinging my MCR backpack on my shoulder, I manage to walk into the hallway traffic. Instead of running like I usually do, I wait for him to catch up with me, and ask If I'm sure I'm okay . . . . But he never asks. Instead, he grabs my backpack of my shoulders.
"Hey! Give it back! It's one of a kind!" I protest. He smirks, and I can't help but think how much he looks like Gerard. He pulls my backpack in front of him, examining the three sweet cheers for revenge cover.
"God, Katrina. You have great taste in music." He casually replies.
"How do you know my name?" I ask. He points to my name in sharpie, on my backpack. I try to act nonchalant, thinking, don't mess up, don't mess up, DON'T MESS UP!
My mind can be a bitch.
Instead of following my own orders, clumsy Katrina trips on her own shoe in front of him . . . And falls smack down on her face.
The Gerard look alike slapped a hand across his mouth.
"Well, goddamn, Katrina. You're an accident prone, or what?" He laughed at his own joke. Instead of laughing along, I glared at him.
"Listen, I don't care if you look like my favorite band member, or nothing, just get out of my fucking face. No one's liked me here, no one will, ever."
And with that, I sauntered/limped to my next class.
Sigh . . . . The Escape is Futile Fic wasn't working out . . . So I've decided to give this one a try. Bye^-^
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My Hero
FanfictionKatrina's life wasn't that bad, but then again, it wasn't great either. She still obsesses over her favorite band member even though she's in college, and her best friends are her bed and her laptop. But all at once, all so suddenly, her favorite ba...
