The Bully's Plan

The Hell I Call School

Gerard P.O.V

After minutes of cleaning my and my cuts I slipped on a black Green Day t-shirt along with black ripped jeans. To top it off the edgy look I put on my combat boots. I look at the mirror. The only thing that I need to do was put on makeup.

I get out my white powder and my black eye shadow. I always put on my makeup carefully because when your makeup is a skeleton face then you better make it look good.

After about thirty to forty minutes doing makeup I was finally done. Damn I make skeletons look awesome. Just kidding if I did I wouldn't get beat up or get names getting thrown at me.

I walked to my dark depressing bed room and picked up my phone. Shit! fucking shit man. I'm running late.

I run down stairs and look around of course Mikey won't wait or tell me that I'm late. I sigh as I walk outside. We only live a block away from school so that means no excuses of why I was late.

Gerard you are an idiot. Maybe it's a good thing because that means you won't get beat up.

In the distance I see my beloved school. So instead of walk towards it I turn left, opposite of school. The only good thing about having a small town is that you could walk almost anywhere.

I walk to the little cafe and walked inside and sat in the back corner of the cafe. I sit down and look out the window.

Maybe if I was a morning person than school would be better.
But I was taken out of my thoughts as a waiter appeared.

"Hello, my name is Lindsey and I will be your waiter for right now because if I said today that means all day and that would be a lie."

I chuckle before answer, "That's true, and I would like black coffee." I said with a smile.

"Oh my goodness!! You like black coffee too. I could never find a person that likes it." Lindsey says as she scribbles my order.

"Well then stop looking because I'm right here." I said with a giant smirk.

She giggles before saying, "I'll go and get your coffee."

I smirk as she left. I least she doesn't go to my school then she would talk to me. She probably thinks you're weird because of your makeup. I sigh maybe she does, maybe she doesn't there is no telling because I don't know her, let alone know her thoughts.

I look out the window as if it could give me the answer to my question. But the only thing that is answered is how ugly I look.

I turned away from the disgusting looking thing in the mirror and put my head in my hands. Why can't I feel good about myself. Why can't people see I'm not just a little freak that covers my face because there are bruises all over my face.

Before I get too into my thoughts Lindsey comes with my cup of coffee.

I place a fake smile as she placed my mug on the table.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome and I didn't say this before because I thought I would weird but I really like your makeup. It's looks really cool." Lindsey says.

I could have sworn I saw her blushing. I might be going crazy because no one likes a guy that wears a skeleton face.

"I just thought you would think I was a freak or something." I said a shamefully.

Her smile that was on her beautiful skin fell as I said that. I felt confused. Why would her smile go if I said I would've thought I was a freak?

"Why would I think you are a freak?" She ask. Her voice was just above a whisper.

"Because everyone, well almost everyone thinks that."

After I said that she sits down and touches my arm. Not in a flirty or sexual way but like in a way of comforting me way.

"I don't think you are a freak and anyone that says that are just little shits that don't have anything to do with their life."

Lindsey said that without breaking eye contact and with a convincing voice that I almost believed.

I gave a sad smile and said, "Thanks."

"Don't thank me, I'm just in making sure you understand that they are just shits and you being you is more important then their opinion."

With that she gets up and walks back to the register waiting for the next customer to walk in.

After a while I finished my coffee. I stayed a little bit more because I thought about what Lindsey said. Repeating the words over and over again.

The words just didn't seem to fit in what I described me as. They didn't go with my personality at all. Maybe that's because you learned not to believe in compliments.

I thought about it about five minutes more before I decided to leave. I payed and left a ten dollar tip.

I walk out the cafe and decided to take a walk to the park because it's only ten and there are about four hours of school left so I thought why not.

I made it to the park. No one uses this park anymore because there has been people that got killed there. That was one of the reasons why I like this park, the other is that it's quiet and I know that no one will bother me here.

I walk to the swing sets a sit down. They made an awful noise. Creaking with every move. I take off my backpack and open it to grab my sketch books and pencils. I stare at the black page of the book thinking about what to draw.

Then an idea came up. I started to draw. I always loved to draw because when I do its like I'm in another world, there are no worries or bullies the only thing is my thoughts and my hand drawing intensely.

I was almost done with the drawing when I realized how dark it's getting and packed my things as fast as I could because night time is the worst in New Jersey. I start running home when someone pulled me into a dark alley.

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It's slowly getting there but sorry if it's short. Comment and Vote! -Xotegs

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