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Franks P.o.v.
"Oh yea... The reading." I say; there was something we had to read?
"How about we take the questions out we did in addition to the reading. " the teacher says, smirking at me.
What. A. Bitch.
I look in my science notebook. There was an empty question sheet.
Why does this always happen to me?
"Frank, why isn't this completed?" She asks, pulling out a detention slip.
"I forgot about it..." I say, biting my lip.
She writes down something on the slip and slams it on my desk.
Detention. Again.
I'm not surprised, she hates my guts, and she loves to give ME detention.
"Bitch" I mutter under my breath.
She turns around and gives me the evil eye.
She always does that.
She starts the lesson, and I dose off.
***
"Okay class, no homework tonight."
That's the only thing I hear, then the bell rings.
****
Gerard's p.o.v.
So, his name is Frank. It suits him.
His hair is black, and he has a lip ring. He also has some tattoos on his body.
Hazel eyes.
He's pretty short, and pretty hot.
Defiantly a Frank.
(Stfu Gerard, he's straight. Let it go.)
*a/n- when it has the () around words it means he's talking to himself*
But there is something about him that is so, attractive. Is that weird?
Maybe because he seems so, rebellious.
Seriously Gerard. Stop it.
***
I go into my next class. Art.
I walk up to the teachers desk.
The teachers a male, with dark brown hair, and tan skin, very attractive.
"Hello, I'm Gerard Way, I'm a new student here. Is their some way I could get caught up?"
The mans head pops up.
"Why, yes," he says in a very deep voice.
He stands up.
"I'm Mr. Krat, you can sit next to Ray, the dude with the fro, and we just started a new project. You have to draw a beautiful scene in nature, and an ugly scene, not necessarily ugly, but something that may frighten you. You have to use charcoal, this is an advanced art class, if you want, you can get moved down." He says
"No I think I'm okay. Thanks for asking." I say. He nods.
"Go ahead and sit next to Ray. He's nice, he'll say hello." He says motioning to a boy with huge hair. It's awesome.
I walk over to the table and sit down. Mr. Krat brings over a piece of paper, and the drawing supplies.
"Hey, I'm Ray." The boy says. His smile is almost as big as his hair.
He holds his hand out for me to shake it.
"Hello, I'm Gerard." I say smiling.
"That's a awesome name!" He says with enthusiasm.
"Yea I guess." I say blushing.
"This is Bob, he's nice." Ray says motioning to a boy with redish blonde hair.
"Hi Bob." I say. He waves.
The bell rings.
"Okay class, you have the whole period to work on your drawings. Please try to get half of the beautiful one started." He says walking back to the desk.
I look around. Everyone pulls out their drawings; and they're all amazing.
Maybe I shouldn't be in this class.
***
I take out a pencil, and start to create a scene.
During a thunderstorm, I think. So I draw what I remember of the thunderstorm I'll always remember.
**Flashback**
I was 8, and Mikey had just turned 7, and we were at Grandma Helena's house.
It was a warm spring day, and it was calling for rain. Me and Mikey were outside playing soccer in the front yard. It was cloudy out, and before we knew it, it started to pour.
We went inside, while Mikey was drinking lemonade, I went to the dining room, and looked out the window.
The weeping willow in the front yard was swaying in the wind.
It was thundering loudly, and the lightning bolts were huge.
Some leaves from trees surrounding the house started to fly in the wind, and a huge lightning bolt struck across the sky, it was right behind the weeping willow.
It was the most darkly beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire lifetime.
The weeping willows flower petals were falling from the tree, and flying around in the wind, along with the other trees leaves.
"You're the Weeping willow, Gerard." Grandma Helena said.
"I'm like a girl?!" I said, hurt. I wasn't a flower!
"No, your not like anyone else, your beautiful in your own special way. Your more interesting, and more original." She said hugging me.
"What about me?" Mikey cried.
Grandma Helena laughed.
"You are too, Mikey." She said smiling, then winking at me.
I always kept that in the back of my mind.
**End of flashback**
I noticed that I was drawing the exact scene on the paper. Just like I remembered it.
The willow, had the exact same details as how I remembered it.
It was quite amazing actually.
"WOAH THAT'S AMAZING GERARD!" Ray yelled. That caught the attention of the whole class.
I felt a blush spread across my face.
Mr. Krat walked over to my seat.
"Wow, that's amazing Gerard. It's beautiful." He exclaimed.
By now the whole class was at my desk.
I got multiple compliments.
It was actually the first good day that I've had in a long, long time.
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