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Note: the pov isn't necessarily the pov it can be but so far it's just who's experience it is like Mikey's pov was how he got there and Petes was how he got there if you know what I mean? Well if you don't then tough luck sugar.

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~~~~~~~Mikey's pov~~~~~~~

I was awakened by a knock on my door and my mother telling me to wake up, that the bus was gonna be at the stop in half an hour. I only did my eyebrows, because I was tired and looked good already, I'm Mikey fucking way I mean I always look good. I ran down the stairs, grabbing my bags on the way, and made my way into the kitchen. My mom and brother were there waiting for me, since they wouldn't be seeing me until I graduated, besides holidays and visits, that is. I hugged them both and promised to call before eating quickly and packing my bags into my moms car. Normally I would walk to the bus stop but I had five big bags and I wasn't exactly the muscle type. I decided it was too early for pants and just went in my sweats and a old ass hoodie. My mom dropped me off while Gerard stayed home to go back to bed, and she hugged me one last time for a few months, tears threatening to spill over, but I knew she was happy, because I was happy.

--------------Petes pov-------------

I was angry. I was woken up at nearly six in the morning to go get on a stupid bus to go to a boarding school for three years. Until I went to collage. I was gonna graduate at this stupid school. Did they really hate me this much? I grabbed my shit and walked to the waiting for my doom, I didn't talk to my parents and just left. If they hated me enough to send me off for three years they sure as hell wouldn't want to say goodbye to me.
------Like five minutes later-------

A giant bus pulled up and a guy who looked like he was definitely on steroids got out and loaded my shit into some compartment on the back of the bus. I got on and was surprised by the fancy seats, two people on each side of the bus with normal seats, unlike the leather seats with curse words scribbled all over them on normal buses for normal schools, though this wasn't a normal school. He had been one of the last stops and had the choice of a few people to sit with.
Some weird kid by the front
A mean looking kid in the middle
Kinda normal looking kid
kid in back listening to music

He decided for the one that looked semi-normal as sat down next to the kid.

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