The Emo School (A Fanfic)

Chapter 5

Cassie

It's fourth hour. I've finished my coffee, turned in all my assignments, blah blah blah. As my teacher continues to ramble about how important assignments are (because I'm one of the few who actually turned in the assignment from last night, and most other students didn't, so the teacher's lecturing us), the loudspeaker comes on.

"Cassie Anderson, please report to the office."

I get up and slip out of the room. I guess it's time to finish this morning's conversation. I step into the attendance office, and in one of the chairs sits none other than Mikey Way, wearing the same trench coat, skinny jeans, and combat boots from this morning.

"Are you Cassie?" he asks softly, a calm, gentle expression on his face.

I nod.

"Come with me." he says, smirking and leading me off to one of the spare offices that isn't in use. He holds the door open. "After you." he says politely. I head in, and he follows, shutting the door behind us. He sits down behind the desk, removing the coat to reveal an Anthrax t-shirt. "Sit down, Cassie." he says with a gentle tone in his voice. I do, as he says, confused.

"Cassie, I'm sure you're very confused right now, and that's completely understandable. I'm Mikey, by the way. Mikey Way. But I'm sure you already know that, don't you?"

I nod, slowly. "W-why am I here?" I ask nervously.

"I'd like to talk to you about transferring schools, Cassie." he says, smiling gently. "We've been monitoring you this month. We've watched the footage from the security cameras. All we see is you getting bullied on a daily basis. We've watched everything from name-calling and slurs to very violent and bloody beatings. Worst of all, we haven't seen you go to anyone about this, we haven't seen anyone kind enough to help you out. We haven't seen anyone try to make friends with you, Cassie, and that's a horrible feeling. We don't want you to have to feel that. And the fact that all those horrible feelings are all bottled up inside," he continues as my eyes fill up with tears, "that's not healthy, Cassie. You can develop very serious physical and mental problems from that sort of thing. But fortunately for you, I know of a place where you won't have to deal with any of that, a place where you'll fit right in. It's called Emo School. And the best part? I'm the counselor there, so if you've got problems or need someone to talk to, I'll always be there for you."

I look up at him with my tear-filled eyes.

"Aw, c'mere, sweetheart." he says, stretching his arms out to me. I get up and curl up in his arms as he pulls me into an embrace. "It's all gonna get better, I promise." After a couple minutes, I stop crying. It's a good thing I wear waterproof makeup. "Do you wanna meet the principal?" Mikey asks. "He's here today, you know."

I nod, and Mikey leads me into Mr. Smith's office. I tense up immediately, fearing the owner of this office. "Shh, it's okay, I'm right here."

Sitting behind the desk, much to my surprise, is Pete Wentz. Now that I can look at him a little closer, I notice he's wearing a white button-down shirt, a black necktie, and black skinny jeans with black Converse.

He smiles. "Hello, Cassie! Good to see you! I trust Mikey has told you about our lovely establishment?"

"Yeah..." So he's the principal.

"Fantastic!" he says, digging in his briefcase for a moment, then pulling about a folder and opening it. He pulls out a piece of paper. "Now, all you need to do is sign here and you can kiss all your problems goodbye!" He places a pen in front of me and smiles.

"I will not allow any such thing!" a familiar harsh voice shouts from the corner. I tense up, and before I know it, I'm hit with an anxiety attack.

"Oh, sweetie..." Mikey says. He takes my backpack, frantically searching for a bottle of prescription pills to help me, but shakes his head when he can't find any. He then pulls out a bottle from his pocket. "Fortunately, our school nurse lets me carry these around to give to our recruits in this situation." he says. He opens the small orange vial, pouring one pill into his hand. He pulls out the water bottle from my backpack pocket, kneels down in front of me, and hands both to me. "Here you go, dear. This should help you." Trusting him, I place the pill on my tongue and wash it down with water. "There," he says, "that should help you."

Shortly afterward, my sobs stop, and I can think clearly. Mikey smiles at me, squeezing my shoulder comfortingly. Pete pats my head.

"Now, you don't have to listen to anything he says," Pete says, gesturing to Mr. Smith, "this decision is yours and yours alone."

I pick up the pen and sign the form, stating that I will be transferring to Emo School. That, of course, earns applause from Pete and Mikey.

"Well, since you're not my student anymore, I guess I can do this." Mr. Smith says harshly, gripping the collar of my jacket and punching me across the face. I expect a whole flurry of fists to hit me, but not even once more does a fist graze my face. Instead, Pete holds him back, and I'm pulled to my feet by Mikey, who leads me out.

"Let me see." he says. I look up at him. "Broken nose. Nothing our nurse can't fix. He's more of a doctor, really. Just keep your head down and we'll get you to your new school as soon as we can." He leads me out the front doors for the last time, taking my backpack for me. I follow him to a black 1979 Trans Am. I get into the passenger seat as he gets into the driver's seat. I tightly cup my hand under my nose, trying not to bleed all over everything.

Before I can think anything more, though, I feel something soft being pressed against my face.
"Here, hold this to your nose." Mikey says. I take the towel and do as he tells me. He then starts the engine, and we head off.