Dear Kellin

Chapter Five...

At first, I just got mad at everything. I through books, hit the wall, and turned over tables. When I realized this didn’t help, I went onto something different.

I didn’t take long for me to feel the pain. I haven’t done that in years. I told myself to stop, but I just couldn’t. I had to. To feel the kind of pain Vic is in right now. These bastards are making me do this to him and I hate it so much.

When I was finished, I went downstairs and looked at the mess I caused. My dad was going to kill me. He hated coming home and seeing a huge mess in the living room.

When I finished cleaning the mess I had made, I went upstairs and checked my emails. I got some of the usual people’s emails, and one from Mike.

                Dear Kellin,

I told you to fucking talk to him not to break his heart all over again. What the fuck is your problem you know I should beat the living shit strait out of you but Vic would kill me if I did.

I want you to get this through your little tiny ass brain.

Stop fucking hurting my brother. Or I swear I’ll kill you.

Now go fucking talk to him. I don’t give a damn what it takes.

Don’t fucking bother writing back, Mike.

Well. That was interesting. I’m basically screwed. They both hate me.

Instead of moping around about all of this, I decided to start writing my paper. It was do in about two weeks. That was enough time for me to write it.

I was going to write it about one of my favorite singers, Gerard Way. He’s definitely an inspiration. I’ve written about him thousands of times. I mean he’s an amazing singer, he’s hilarious, and he’s just so god damn adorable.

So for the next hour I had written about him, about why he inspires me and how. When I finished it I emailed it to Mr. C. I really hoped this had better work, or it was a waste of time.

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The next day when I got into school I had to completely isolate everyone out. It was easy, until I got into the hallways. It’s always chaos. But today, it was different.

When I first got into the school I saw a whole bunch of kids huddled around something. Once I actually got to the front, I saw Mike on the opposite side of me, and Jack and Vic in the middle, fighting.

I saw jack through a punch, and Vic fall to the ground with a bloody nose. Then Jack kicked him more and more. I looked over at Mike to do something but I saw the two older guys holding his arms back. I had to help. What teacher wouldn’t let me help him in a school fight?

So that’s what I did. I lunged at Jack and fell onto him, making him topple over. Vic quickly fell to the side as I started punching and hitting him all over. I didn’t know what else happened, all I know was I was being taking to the principal’s office with Vic, Mike, and Jack.

We stayed there for a few hours. At first, Jack, me, and Mike were screaming at each other, then they had to put us all in separate rooms. After about an hour and a half, the principal came into my room and sat down, “Care to tell me what happened?”

I scoffed, “Care to tell me what happened? Why the hell was he beating up Vic?!”

Mr. Santos stood up, “That is none of your concern and we told you to leave Vic alone!” he snapped at me.

“I couldn’t let him get beat up! What kind of principal lets him get beat up?!”

“You shouldn’t have gotten involved! Now if I were you I would sit down or I will just disqualify you from the contest! Understood?” He snapped.