Big Bad Wolf

But It's Better If You Do

*Mikeys POV*

"This is fucking stupid" I huff and cross my arms in the backseat of my parents car. "Frank isn't getting shipped off to hell!"

"Frank isn't my kid." My father snaps. "and this isn't hell, it's the opposite."

"A Catholic school?" I say humourously. "We've never even been to church!"

"Seeing how you turned out maybe we should've" Mom says softly, I know she's on the edge of tears. But to be fair, it should be me crying. They are putting me in this all boys Catholic school, one where you have a dorm room and never leave. Sounds like hell to me.

"Isn't this a little much?" I argue "all I did was accidently burn that bitches home down"

"One, we all know it wasn't an accident" my dad starts "two, that's not all you've done! Spray painting? Drugs? Joyrides? Parties? God only knows what else"

"look, it was either here or a jail cell" my mom speaks so softly

"I would've preferred jail! I don't want to be around a bunch of Bible thumping asshats that think they're better than me 'cause they've been praying to their imaginary friend longer"

Now my mom starts to cry, from the passanger seat. I feel kind of bad, but then again, they are thrusting me into a hell hole.

We pass a sign that says 'Gods Children's School' in big letters then underneath, in smaller letters 'all boys Catholic school'. Please kill me.

My mom sniffles and tries to compose herself as we pull up to the curb. My dad gets out to grab my bag from the trunk and mom and I follow suit.

I could run. Neither of them are intimidating. My dad is a scrawny man with loafers, ironed black pants, a white button up and a thicket of brown hair ontop of his head. He looks worn out, heavy wrinkles and worry lines across his dry face. His brown eyes are sad but sternness attempts to cover that.

My mom is in heels, a flower print skirt with a pink sweater over her shoulders and her dirty blonde hair curls around her neck and flows over her shoulders, contrasting wildly with the pink sweater. Her cheeks are stained with tears and hints of mascara she couldn't wipe off. She has deep green eyes, filled with tears and the skin around them is red and puffy.

We walk up the concrete steps to the main door, the only sound is moms heels clicking through the heavy air of New Jersey.

Dad pulls the door open for mom and me. Mom says thank you, I don't.

We approach the front desk where an old lady sits behind a cluttered desk in a cluttered room. There were papers everywhere, iconic Jesus posters hung up on the walls, a copy and fax machine.

My dad clears his throat. "I called in a few days ago, with the new student, Micheal Way"

The old lady stares at me the whole time with a look of judgement and disgust on her face.

"You're not quite the looker either" I aknowlage her. She huffs and dad looks at me with disappointment and says something scolding that I don't listen to. Hey, I was just telling the truth. The old hag looked ready for her death bed, with her thin grey hair, skin that sagged off her bones like she was melting, her glasses made her eyes look even more black and beady.

I stand there awkwardly whilst dad fills out paper work, scribbling and signing quickly like he can't wait to get rid of me. What a dick.

"You do have the required uniform, right?"the old lady sneers

"Yep. I'm all ready to look like a tight ass and become another walking copy of the government" I say sarcastically with a smile.

The lady looks angered but who am I to care. My dad hands me my bag, schedule and the rule book.

My mom starts to cry and goes to hug me but I quickly back up. She cries harder.

"I'm sorry" my dad says, but I'm not sure who to, then grabs moms hand to lead her out.

"I love you, sweetie" mom says through her tears.

"Yeah right. If you fucking loved me you wouldn't leave me here." I sneer and somehow, she cries harder.

Once they close the door, the small, all white room becomes eerily quiet. My stomach clenches and it sets in.

My parents left me. They really left me.

For the first time, I actually feel... lonely.

The silence was interrupted by a man clearing his throat. I turn to see a heavy, buff, man with arms the size of my stomach. Of course the sent security to keep me in line.

But the guys demeanor changes quickly, a smile spreads across his face. "Hey Michael! I'm Rodger." for the tough man he looks like, his voice comes out smoothe like honey and almost feminine.

He reaches his hand out to shake mine but I just mumble "it's Mikey"

"Okie dokie Mikey!" he awkwardly drops his hand "I'm your dorm monitor so you can come to me with any questions. So let's show you your room."

On the walk over he's chatting about schedules and times and classes and I didn't care. I kept my eyes on the floor. As I walked through, the clones would stop to stare at me. Like they've never seen anyone with originality before.

Everyone's wearing tan pants and a blue button up. Everyone, apart from me. Which is probably why they're staring.

"Anyways," Roger says slowing down outside a door. "your roommate will show you all around campus and answer all your questions. He's a really good guy."

Roger knocks on the door and a small voice from inside tells him to come in.

The room has two beds, the one closest to the door has stuff underneath the bed where as the other doesn't. But both beds have a white pillow with a blue comforter and looks like they've been made by maids in a hotel. There was also two desks, one full of pencils, papers and books, one completely empty. Inbetween was a mini fridge and a small trash bin.

Sitting at the non empty desk was a boy, about my age. He too was wearing the clone outfit, his black hair combed neatly out of his eyes. He has deep, innocent brown eyes and pink lips. Those pink lips fall from a smile to a look of surprise once he sees me.

What can I say? I'm hot.

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Yoooooooooo Dani's back with yet another petekey book because I am trash.

Anyways please don't get butt hurt with some of the sensitive stuff. Nothing I write reflects my religious views. It's all for the story.

~Dani