Give Em' Hell, Kid

1.

The beautiful land of Belleville high where the whole area is ruled by the evil kings and queens. You guessed it! The jocks, cheerleaders, and popular kids.

But wait.

Who are the peasants you think to yourself. Well honey, this mirror isn't big enough to fit the two of us, so it would be the lower class of students. Freshman, junkies, skater kids, nerds, normal kids, any LGBT (yeah it's apparently cool to be a intolerant homophobe), and the lowest and most beat up, made fun of and, of course targeted selection.

The emos.

I fall into the emo category. I do understand why they call me that and I have all these lyrical revenge ideals that could be some song that no one would listen to.

Okay, I'm sorry I'm done with the rant of hate towards my school. I'm just so done with everyone's shit and I want to be a vampire or something like that.

Because if I was a vampire I'd be the one that would never hurt anyone. Vampires should never hurt people, just rob a blood bank.

This is like the #3 reason why I don't have any friends besides my mom. She doesn't even like hanging around me- yay depression your back its only been 5 minutes.

It's just that I haven't cut, smoked, done drugs or get drunk in like a week. I don't even remember the real reason why I stopped.

Huh

Fuck it

I'm going to the liquor store after school.

"Yay!" I said out loud by accident. Oh god please don't let the teacher hear me. I don't really want anxiety at the moment.

"Mr.Way!" Thanks God. So glad you could help me.

"Yes Mr.Iero?" I said in my normal quiet voice.

Come on Gerard you can do this.
He won't do that stereotypical would-you-like-to-tell-the-class-what-i-was-just-saying

"Would you like to show the class what we're learning on the board." Oh my god he played that card

Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Okay breathe Gee.

I nod my head in response which made my hair fall into my face. Even though it already was a birds nest.

I get up with caution so I don't run into anyone's desk because I can't see since I have my head down. It's staying that way.

"Hurry up you fucking fat emo!"
"Yeah!"
"Emo!"
"Goth!"
"He probably works at Hot Topic!"
"Fuck you man that store is the bomb!" I smiled a bit at that last comment and walked up to the teacher.

He leaned in a bit and said "sorry about my son he's apart of your kind." I rolled my eyes and started writing what I saw in the book we were reading from.

I just kinda drew the plot on the chalkboard and sped walked to my seat without a word.

Right when I sat down the bell rang dismissing us from our last class of the day.

I popped in my headphones and quickly shuffled out of the room and headed for the liquor store.

Is there someone following me?