Gerard pov
I groan as my alarm goes off forcefully waking me up from my dreeams about a latte. I open my hazel eyes and punch my phone off of my nightstand angerly. I sit up in bed with a heavy sigh. today is the first day of school... i mean hell... i dont want to go back there just to get bullied by every1 but i have no chois...
i haul my fat ass out of bed and walk over to my closit pullig out a black flag t shirt, a skeleton hoodie to hide my sscarz, and a pair of ripped black skinni jeans and convers. I look at myself in the mirror. I am so ugly its no wonder everyoe bullie me. i snort a line of cocaine for breakfast and walk downstairs begrudgingly, preparing myself for the worst day of my stooped miserable life.
sitting at the kitchen table is my little brother michael, reading a comic book like the nerd he is. "ayyyy moikey" i greet him giving him a noogie.
he sighs. "your the worst gerard." he grumbles, pushing his glasses back up his nose.
i hear comically loud glass shattering noises as my drunk asshole of a fater stumbles around upstairs. me and mikey make eye contact and i can see fear in his brown eyes. i want to kill that guy i swear. mikey doesnt deserve tod eal with this bullshit. one day ill make money with my art and music and get us both out of this shithole ofa town and we will nver look back. dis place suck.
me and mikey dramatically run out of the house and into da skuul bus. i plug in my earbuds and put on some britney spears and ppel laf as i walk to the back of the skuul bus. the skuul bus starts up and the skuul bus begins to drive to skuul as i try to ignore their judging smirky idiot stupid normie ass faces.
but as im sitting there in the school bus, i suddenly notice sumq.
sitting in the seat to my right across the aisle is a guy. a dude, if you will. he has on a black hoodie and jeans and a pair of combat bootz. the side of his head is shaevd an died red. the rest is black and long and over his pale face and his brown orbs are rigned with dark eye shadow. he has a lip piercing and is short. and i can se etattooes on the exposed pale skin of his neck and fingres. i feel my cheeks warm up a bit az i look at him. he is unfamiliar i dont think he want here last year.. mayb i shud try to talk 2 him.
suddeny he catches me staring and his eyebrows turn downwards in an angry scowel. i can feel his orbs glaring into my soul. i blush more and look away embarraesed. good job gerard you already made a terrible first impression you fucking disappointment.
as the bus arrives at school the giy gets off and immediately heads for the dumpstuer at the back so he can smoke cigarettes likea cool guy or something. i watch his back as he leaves, enthralled.
suddenly i feel a sharp pain in my back and my thin frame falls to the asphalt. the air is driven from my lungs and the noise of laughing permeates my ears. i turn around, sitting up, my head spinning. dstandif there is bob bryer and his gang of idiots. ronnie and josh laugh at me frum behind him.
"hey faggot" bobbert barks at me with a cocky smirk. actually no, not cocky. that's too gay. get it, cuz cock. ha ha. i laugh slightly to myself at my funny jojke and he promptly kicks me in the nose.
"go away bob" i grumble sandly.
"kill yourself" he responds before the bell rings and they go to clas. ronnie makes it a point to kick over my backpack spilling all my notebooks. as i scrambl to get them together, i sigh, trying not to cry. is to early to cry. i hatw it here.
