Letters from the Grave Stone

I Am FRAAAANK

I got the courage to go back to my locker on Monday.

"Boo!" The same guy was in there.

I screamed then punched him.

"Ah god, fuck!"

I gasped, "you said the f word!"

"Dude, it's high school. Don't you curse?"

I shook my head.

"Cool hair."

"What?"

"You're a ginger."

Although I really loved Mikey and his love letters, this dude was alright.

It was how childish his face was. Yet, he seemed pretty mature.

Then he held up a piece of paper.

I gasped again.

"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies!" He put a pencil in my mouth.

"Gah! What was that??" I spat out the pencil and grabbed the paper.

The guy was shorter than me so it was easy.

"How'd you even get in my locker you creep!"

"My name is Frank, not creep."

"Did you read this?" I waved the paper around, it was Mikey's love letter.

"Yep. Pretty sweet. I think I know that guy's writing."

"How could you? He goes to a different school!"

The guy snorted, "no it's my friend's writing. A real poet, Gerard."

"As in Gerard Way?" I was gonna barf. "You're telling me that these letters are from GERARD FUCKING WAY!! Agh!! YOU'RE STILL A CREEEEEEEEEP" I smacked him.

"I'm FRAAAAANK!" I held his cheek and I stormed off.

This chapter is dedicated to Misa. Because I know how you get with Frank. Comment and Vote.