Very familiar with death. (frerard)

school ????

Gerard's room was a personal heaven for him, he was the pure example of an introvert. And he didn't always mind; he loved letting his creativity flow with only the four walls as witness. He was okay with that.

But Gerard wasn't some stupid stuck teen though, he knew how absolutely beautiful the world was. He knew what he was missing out on.

But going outside was hard when you felt like you didn't belong. And going outside was hard when you couldn't handle the thought of someone doing so much as looking at you in a weird way. Going outside was hard when you were an anxious mess.

This didn't make it anywhere near easy for Gerard when these next words came out of his Grandma's mouth.

"Mr Weekes was.." Gerard waited patiently for her to continue, "he was thinking that, you could go back - to public school."

And his blood went from flowing, to a sudden, instant stop; or so it seemed. Gerard couldn't go to an actual high school? Right?

"He thought it would be better for your social life, Gerard." His grandma, Helena, spoke in a sympathetic tone.

Mr Weekes was wrong, Gerard thought as his eyes watered, threatening to spill tears. He nodded at his grandma, because it wasn't her fault, she just wanted him to be happy, she wanted the best for him. He knew that. "When?"

"I'm not sure. He'll speak about next time you see him.." She glanced at the fridge, that had Gerard's appointment schedule hung there by a SpongeBob magnet, "on Thursday."

Gerard nodded, and put his pencil back to paper, drawing a little (a lot) less happier now.

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short chapter ???? my bad oops :))