Mr.Way | Frerard

Skinny Jeans in 100 Degrees

Hey my beautifuls! I am back!! Now, I know this is confusing and probably annoying, but I am COMPLETELY re-doing teenagers and actually finishing it this time!! There will be minor plot changes, just because I was very young when I wrote this and ugh, no.

I am currently studying at university and working towards becoming an English teacher, and it just gave my motivation to come back and actually re-do this story and finish it! Im taking multiple creative writing courses and english courses, so I HOPE you guys can see an improvement in the story!

I just wanna say thank you so much for all the love ad support behind teenagers, because i would be nothing without my beautiful readers xxx now, without further adieu, please enjoy the new and revamped Teenagers!!!

- author xxxx

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School Sucks.

Okay, I'm being a little lenient with that arent I?

SCHOOLS A FUCKING HELL HOLE.

Now, for the cherry on the top, I happened to be starting at a new school. A shitty track record and scared principles had left me with the last highschool in my school district. It was different, more cleaner than my old one - where I may or may not have set alight to a girl's skirt while on one - and gave off the feeling of a juvenile detention institution.

Great.

Cursing under my breath, I entered the twisted iron arch that distrubed rays of sunlight. Children were scattered around - yes, im a child, but that doesn't count. Some played stupid ball games, other talked, but most of all they stared quite harshly in my direction.

Prying eyes tried to claw at my black clad body, some already turning up their noses in disgust. Judgemental fuckers, just like vulchers after their next meal. Nah, they were more like hyenas stalking out their next prey, I'm sure vulchers don't giggle excessively in a fake auctave.

Shouldering the door open, I wormed my way into the brick box labeled 'OFFICE'. I could tell it was heavily air conditioned, even if I could barely feel it through my layers of black denim. It proved no difference to the sweltering New Jersey heat to my, but everyone else seemed visibly comfortable.

You see, I was what you could call a trend setter - and the hot weather wasn't going to stop my form dauning my dark colours and not leaving a piece of my ice-like skin showing.

I stood in a small queue of students, all waiting their turn to talk to the rather plump lady behind the thick glass. Perched on her chair, reading glasses on those stupid chains, she worked away quite angrily at her keyboard as students filtered out and the line grew smaller. Now, it was my turn.

Glancing up through silver eyelashes, the women seemed taken aback by my appearance. Sneering, she lifted her hands from the keyboard.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

"I needed to pick up a timetable, and a map or whatever. I'm the new kid, by the way" I stated nonchalantly as I rolled my tongue piercing inside of my mouth to make sure I didn't say anything rude.

"Frank Iero?"

"The one and only, Miss" She rolled her eyes, pushing a yellow envelope through the slot in the rather thick glass that separates us both. I scooped up the papers, opening it up to check all I needed was inside.

"Have a nice day"

I grinned back and muttered a soft 'you too' while I simultaneously flipped her off from under the small overhanging bench. Turning, I started to read my timetable - with my minimal knowledge of the school - and headed out of the sheltered box.