The Aesthetically Pleasing Punk-Rock Princess Named Frankie

Pilot

Frank was awoken, very unkindly, by the sound of The Bouncing Souls blaring from his radio. He groaned loudly and rolled over, trying to turn the damned thing off but ended up rolling off his bed and into the pits of hell, otherwise known as his cold as fuck tiled floor.

"FUCK!!" He groaned, whining about how fucking close the floor had to be to his bed as he pulled himself up, unplugging his alarm and shoving it under his bed.

"Serves you right, asshole." He pouted before realizing that he was talking to an alarm clock. He groaned and trudged to the closet, pulling out a random black dress and his favorite red and black flannel, pulling off his oversized sleep shirt and putting the clothes on his pale body.

Frank walked over to the mirror and noticed something was missing immediately. Frankie rushed to his dresser and grabbed the small flower crown with tiny red flowers and the black elastic choker, putting them on his proper body parts before skipping to the bathroom.

Frankie decided that smudged eyeliner was probably equally punk rock and aesthetic enough for what he chose to wear today so he smeared black eyeliner around one eye and red around the other. He smirked and winked at himself in the mirror before going to his bedroom and putting on his black combat boots.

When Frank was finished, he slung his bag over his shoulder and trudged down the stairs. His mom saw him walking down the stairs and smiled proudly, hugging her son rightly.

"My baby boy looks so beautiful!!" She squealed, squishing his cheeks as he pouted.

"Maaaaaaaaa!" He whined with a groan.

"Sorry sweetie." She giggled sheepishly and let go of her hostage. "You have a good day okay? I'm sorry that I had to send you to a public school. I know you just loved staying home and letting me homeschool you all day." She teased with a wink.

He huffed and pouted more. "That, I consider to be an upside, mother dearest. No offence though, mama. I love youuuuu!" He chirps happily, acting innocent.

She rolls her eyes teasingly, chuckling softly. "Yeah yeah, whatever loser. Get out of here. You're gonna be late."

Frank had no problem obliging as he strode to the door, leading himself out and walking to the bus stop, listening intently as his boots scuffed against the pavement.

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New story!! This one, I will actually try to put effort in, so yay! I'll try to update again tomorrow. Love ya guys ♡♥