When I arrived at school the first thing I noticed was that the school was covered in pink.... Graffiti??
I walked through the door and I immediately saw pink everywhere and pink ribbon on the walls.
"W-what the... Fuck?" I muttered.
"Boo!" A voice appeared behind me.
"What the fuck!" I yelped.
Frank and Ray appeared behind me and Mikey.
"you asshats!"
"You seem startled Gerard!" Giggled frank.
"Gee, I wonder why. Anyways, why is everyone dressed in... Pink?" I said.
"Didn't you hear? There's this trend where everyone dresses in pink clothes, uses drunk elephant, listens to Taylor Swift n stuff, Pretty stupid if you ask me." Frank spoke
"What the actual fuck?"
"Yeah, and they are obsessed with these things called Stanley Cups for some reason." Ray replied.
"What a bunch of weirdos." Mikey added
"Yeah... " I told him.
A student ran up to us. I saw he was wearing pink clothes, had a light pink "Stanley Cup" and he had bows on his shoes.
"Ew why are you guys so EMO why aren't you preppy? I bet it's just a phase. " said the long brown haired guy.
"What the hell is this 'Preppy' you speak of dumbass?" Frank remarked.
"It's what they're calling the whole Stanley Cup and pink clothes thing" ray told him.
"Yeah, so why aren't you preppy? I feel like I'm going to catch a disease from you depressed EMOS." said the so called "Vic"
"Maybe because we aren't sissies... " Frank said to Vic.
"Whatever, I guess the whole school is gonna avoid you little twinks now. " replied Vic who was now walking away.
"This is stupid, whatever we should get to class Gerard." Frank told me.
"Okay... "
When we stepped into the classroom everyone was giving us weird looks. Understandable, since we were the only ones dressed in all black, no cup and no bows.
I sat in my seat and not even 5 minutes later everyone was giving us nasty looks and then one of the girls threw a paper airplane at us.
"Ow!" I whispered. I grabbed the airplane and noticed handwriting through the folded piece of paper. I opened it and inside it read-
"You and Frank, meet me at lunch. - Hayley"
I stared at it before passing it to Frank so he could recognize this "Hayley"
He also stared for a couple of seconds before turning back to "Hayley" and giving her a look as if to say "What the fuck do you mean?" She only gave back a small smirk before me and Frank turned around to pay attention to the lesson again.
I guess we had no choice.
(At lunch)
Frank and I told Mikey and ray we weren't gonna be at lunch ahead of time so they wouldn't worry.
We saw the "Hayley" girl walking up to us. She had hot pink hair, baby pink shirt, white belt and a light pink Stanley Cup in her hand.
When she came up to us she gestured at us to follow her.
We followed her until we arrived at the back of the school. Then she finally spoke.
"Do you guys wanna stop getting bullied?" She asked us.
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Emo High
FanfictionEmo High where emo people go to become ultimate emo. (Don't tell me the ppl I add aren't emo I know that, it's because it's fucking funny Kyle. It's called having a sense of humor, And laughing!)
