Frank was tired. Tired of all the lies his father told him, tired of counting the times he slept on his roof to get away from reality to stargaze and smoke cigarettes for the whole night. Frank felt as if he lost his self to his mind as the days passed by.
He now sat at the lunch table with his small group of friends that included: Ryan, brendon, Mikey, Lindsey, and Erin. He zoned In and out of the conversations that unfolded around him. -And Ryan suddenly fell into the bath tub- franks eyes widened at that, wondering what the hell he got himself into when they all somehow became friends. The sound of a bell ringing clanged in his ears waking him up instantly with relief and regret . Slowly he walked to his favorite class-art- and picked up the new painting on the canvas he was working on.
There was a picture of frank on the sidewalk, walking to an endless destination. He was in black and white but his head wasn't. His head was in color. Around him was the trees that aligned the side walk on his left and the road on his right. The trees were in colors and so was the grass. The road wasn't, it was the same grey, black, and white as he was. It showed that his head was a colorful place and the road showed an endless destination. The left showed a happy side he barely had seen, it's been a long time since he'd seen his happy side. But not least was the sky, the sky was dark but filled with stars , it showed that the place is not all that ugly, there are something's that remained beautiful.
Frank started to work hard on his canvas not even realizing a new student came in, and not caring. Painting kept his mind off of things so when he painted he was in his own world.
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Gerard like the smell of fresh coffee. It was one of the only things Gerard wanted to wake up for even though he knew the world wasn't bad but he wasn't a mourning person. Gerard put his coffee mug to his lips drinking it straight black. He drove to his high school thankful he survived the jocks, cheerleaders, and the wrong doers. He smiled at the fact that it was his last year, a senior. He walked up to the school doors not even caring he's five hours late, but it's the fact that counts he'd rather be late than not be here at all.
Gerard is in the art classroom. Looking at the crowd of seniors that sat before him. He scanned the crowd for a seat, which in luck he found one next to a intimidating guy. He had a scorpion tattoo on his neck, and short black hairstyle, wearing all black. He wore a lip ring and his eyes looked dull and not full of life like the others eyes.
He sat beside the lonely boy waiting for the boy to look up. The boy must have felt Gerard's eyes on his head and turned to look.
"Why are you staring at me, is there something you want to say?" The boy said.
" no the only thing that's on your face is you. What's wrong with me looking at your face I see nothing wrong with it and what else am I supposed to do with these eyes?"
The boy was quiet for awhile. His eyes looked up at mine with a spark of curiosity.
" what the fuck is your name newbie?"
"I'm Gerard, Gerard way, someone you won't forget".
"I'm frank, you don't need my last name because you'll be an asshole and not pronounce it right anyway".
The bell had just rung so Gerard wanted to hurry to his next class. Maybe Gerard thought there would be more like frank, if not he wouldn't care he'd still do what he pleased.
