I woke up to hearing the smashing pumpkins playing in the room next to me, damn Mikey I thought I rolled out of bed and threw on some clothes just the typical misfit's tee shirt black skinny jeans mismatch socks and some red converse. I wanted to add some color to my outfit at least instead of just all black and white I started putting on my makeup: dark eyeliner with a bit of red only then did I realize how light my skin was almost ghostly. I walked downstairs to make some coffee for my brother and myself. I found my mother looking at some papers my dad recently moved out and filed divorce papers that's most likely what she was looking at. The coffee pot started gurgling the almost black liquid while I was waiting I decided to go pack my things for school. I went upstairs to my room and picked up a red messenger bag with patches and pins all over it. I looked all over my room and found my sketchbook and pencil case everything else I needed to bring to school was already in my bag. I never bother to take it out of my bag I never saw any use for any of it I really only cared about my art to be quite honest. after I finished packing my bag and went downstairs to get my coffee I poured a cup and got the creamer and watched the black liquid turn into a light brown swirl then evening itself out.
I walked out of our house it was almost black the only room that was lit up at this point was Mikey's room he always took a bit longer than me to get ready. The way to school was normal my music playing through my headphones blocking the world around me out. I got to school and went the oak tree that was located on the east side of the school there was a deserted picnic table next to it. I was an outcast hidden in the shadows I didn't mind though me being alone invisible made me comfortable I had and still don't have any idea why. I pulled out the latest issue of Fangoria. I sat there reading for a while this particular issue was about motel hell which is pretty much about these people who run a rural hotel and get most of their cash from food stands world-famous sausage, that is actually made out of the hotel patrons.
I was enjoying reading my magazine then heard the bell ring "fuck" I muttered I had math class but why at 8 a.m. in the fucking morning. I hesitated but groggily crawled up to class half asleep I walked into class to find Mrs. Ryan writing the days assignment on the whiteboard just some classwork with a partner. I went to the back of the class left corner to be exact there was always an empty desk next to me because nobody wanted to sit by me which was fine with me. I pulled out my sketchbook to do some drawings of my dungeons and dragons character I was a pretty big nerd, to be honest. All of a sudden a boy sat next to me.
I didn't know who he was he was wearing a black flag tee shirt jeans black converse he had a fohawk with bleached sides he looked like an interesting guy.
The second bell rang signaling class had started. Mrs.Ryan started talking alright class today we have a new student, Frank Lero would you like to introduce yourself? "Iero" Frank replied quietly. I'm sorry Frank please correct me if I get it wrong again Mrs. Ryan beamed. Oh um, Frank whispered I'm Frank Iero I'm from Kearny, I play guitar and I write songs he said slightly louder than last time. Alright, thank you frank Mrs. Ryan exclaimed alright I'll explain the assignment and you will work with you shoulder partners. Mrs. Ryan began to explain the assignment which was simple enough for me. After Clarice, the school bully finished handing papers out to everyone else she got to me and frank she handed me mine then looked at Frank "be ready for hell kid" she yell-whispered frank just rolled his eye and started to find answers to the equations. "Oh um frank the answer to number 5 is 78 by the way" I stammered. "Oh thanks, Gerard" he murmured. "Also, he began "I'm very good at math so I could probably help us get this assignment over with quickly".
After math class, I started to head to chemistry I had to go get one of my textbooks from my locker, found the normal "FAGGOT" text on my locker along with many other slurs and insults, it would be off by Friday. anyway the fact that they had time to do This in-between classes shocked me for some reason, speaking that we only had 5 minutes between classes. I went from science to history to English finally lunchtime came. I went and got the gross school food I imagine this is what prison food is like, I went and sat down at the "losers table" which is where you sat if you didn't fit into the other groups: The jocks, the cheerleaders, the smart kids, the delinquents, and of course a small circular table for the "losers": Me and Mikey. Our other friend's Ray, Pete, Patrick, etc. Sat with their girlfriends who didn't get us at all so we sat alone. You would think oh they are siblings they probably hate each other no I and Mikey got along really well.
I soon spotted frank wandering around the lunchroom. Looking lost probably couldn't find a place to sit.
" oh hey um gee could I sit next to you and um" Mikey I exclaimed he's my little brother. We sat there for the rest of lunch talking about bands that we liked and trying to get to know each other better. But unfortunately, the best time of day at school ended lunch, I headed to theater class with Mr. Burch, he was probably the best teacher in the entire School I sat there with my small group practicing my lines over and over again for the school play we were doing a shortened version of dear Evan Hansen. Probably the best musical I've ever seen. After that I had study hall which was just boring sat there wondering why I'm even alive art class was a tad bit more entertaining then again I knew most everything that the teacher had been teaching for the past few months.
