Frank's P.O.V.
***
Well, it seems as though Mikey has royally fucked up this time.
We all exchange extremely nervous glances, and then decide to head down the hallway, towards the quickly approaching group of lacrosse players and other guys that are at least twice my size. I'm in the shit for sure. We try to seem cool, and I think that if kind of works. But then, Mikey begins tossing his inhaler, and I'm reminded of what a huge nerd he is.
He's fucked up yet again.
"Just cover your faces," Gerard mutters under his breath, and we nod. James shoves some innocent bystander out of the way, and he falls against the wall and crumples to the floor. I gape at this in horror. I may as well sign a death contract, because James and his friends are going to send me to my grave. To my death. I'm done for.
About ten feet apart, we stop, and so does James's gang. We all stare at each other hatefully, and I turn my wicket in my hands. There aren't any teachers around, and no student wants to stay and watch. Well, they already know who's going to win.
A sudden thought running through my mind is that maybe I should've started a band with Mikey, Ray, and Gerard before I die. Because after this fight, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be reduced to a very small pile of bones and blood. That's way too graphic. Now I feel sick again.
As the mood shifts, I sense that they're about to pounce.
And they do.
I have no control over my body as I launch myself at the group, joined by Gee, Mikey, and Ray.
If I did, at least I'm by these guys. And friends are the last things I thought that I'd make at this new school. My quirks, issues, problems, and all are accepted by them, and even though I'm not normal, that's okay. But if I've learned one thing throughout this, it's this
(ITS REALLY SHORT OF A BOOK BUT I'LL MAKE SOME MORE FRERARD BOOKS MY PEEPS)
