Demolition lovers...

A new school and new problems...

I walked up to the large admission gates outside of the huge building plastered with windows and doors.
Must have been like six degrees or something cause I was freezing.
I was wearing my favourite Russian style hat and my sex pistols shirt with my favourite black, torn up skinny jeans.
My hair was best described as a black nest of messy spikes. My fringe was annoyingly blowing over my face.
The weather was gloomy and grey. Classic weather for moving to a boarding school really... And catholic at that.
There were green fields sprawled out in front of the school and in the back.
The kids all watched me walk through the gates with my suitcase full of comic books, clothes, make up and art supplies.
A group I would only presume to be the jocks of this place stared in awe at my large suitcase, rolling along the path to the front door of the large building.

I opened the door to see a lobby.
Two or three nuns were walking around talking about god.
They suddenly dragged a boy in with short, black hair and red on the shaved side.
His hair curled over his left eye, his eyes were hazel, a slight green tone flickered.
I couldn't help but stare at him. He had a pale complexion and was wearing fingerless skeleton gloves.
"We can help you, but you need to cease your evil" one of the nuns insisted. What did that even mean...
The boy hissed and laughed while the nuns freaked out and fanned each others face.
He covered his mouth as if he said something wrong and stuck out his tongue.
"I'm not sick... I'm just like you" he choked.
The nun gasps.
"You are a child of God, you will learn to obey him, man will not lie with man as he does woman, do you understand" the nun persisted.
The boy nodded and looked down.
The nun took out a long cane and he got on his knees, he bowed and rolled his eyes.
I observed the cane, it was thick and wooden, the pain it inflicted caused the boy to gasp and yelp.
His eyes shut tightly as the nun delivered a whack to the nape of his neck. Even from where I stood, I could see the red, raw marks left from the harsh hits of the long cane.
The nuns walked away in a huddle while the boy rubbed his neck, I got up to introduce myself but I was stopped by a priest, coming from the administration office.
"You are Gerard Way, yes?" He inquired.
I stared at the floor for a few moments, not sure how to respond. When I looked up the priest seemed impatient with me, tapping his formal looking shoe accordingly.
I looked down again, scared of his expression and nodded carefully at the ground.
When I looked over at the short boy with black and red hair he was giggling slightly with his hand over his mouth.
I glared at him and he immediately stopped, he had a guilty look on his face.
The priest requested I follow him so I walked over to the office with him. The boy was still standing there, staring at me.
It was wierd, my heart skipped a beat when I caught his gaze.
I walked into the office and the priest shut the door behind me.

"Now Gerard, I must inquire for you not to make contact with Frank, he has dangerous ideas, he is very sick" the priest convinced me as he tidied up his paperwork.
I rolled my eyes at that statement, he looked fine...
The priest was not so light about Frank though, he seemed to believe the guy was mental, a real nutcase.
"Maybe you've never been to a catholic boarding school Gerard but we take our catholic practises very seriously at this school... You kids say strict, uptight or something along those lines" he explained.
I knew that much before I came here.
"Well, I am also a very serious uhh catholic?" I tried to make sense... It didn't exactly work.
The priest fixed his glasses and gave me a skeptical look.
"Yes well, your mother has informed me that you are actually an athiest, I'm sure you'll do fine here but I am convinced that you might have a little trouble following the catholic teaching and we pride our entire education on our disciplinary actions, so if you can't settle here and obey God's teaching as well as our own you WILL be punished" he continues, emphasising the will.
I nodded with alacrity and gulped.
He handed me a sheet of paper, explaining that this will be my class schedule. I nodded again.
I took the sheet of paper off the oak desk and observed my classes.
Maths... English... History...Music... Drama?! No art?!
I freaked out.
"Wait, no I think there's been a mistake, I can't not have art" I panicked.
The priest rolled his eyes.
"No mistake here Mr Way, these are the subjects we picked for you, simply from what you are best at and have the most interest in" he replied calmly.
I stared at him with probably the most disrespectful look ever.
"Right, understandable... So then where the fuck is art?" I raised my voice.
The priest gasped and grabbed my wrist roughly.
"Profanity is a sin!" He yelled.
Before I could react he took a ruler from his drawer and slapped my wrist, once, but it stung as if that was the fifth time.
My face instantly changed, I straightened up my posture but the priest didn't let go of my wrist.
I apologized out of fear and he delivered another slap to my wrist.
This one caught me off guard and I exclaimed a loud fuck.
That set off the priest once more and I felt the ruler sting my wrist again.
I choked back a curse and bit my lip, apologizing more sincerely.
The priest nodded with acceptance and let go of my wrist.
I pulled it off the desk and clasped it with my free hand.
"You will need a uniform and you will be sharing a dorm with a friend of your choice, so I suggest you get out there and mingle" he smiles at me, handing me a folded pile of clothes, socks and a tie.
I smile fakely and turn away, opening the door.