School Boys (Ferard)

My Personal Hell

Gerard's POV
I laid down in my bed, the sheets felt amazing against my tired body. I thought about how Senior year began tomorrow and how I'd have to go back. Ridgewolf High is horrible, my personal he as I call it.

My little brother Mikey attended Freshman year there as I staid in homeschooling for my Sophomore year. Now my mom insisted I get out of the house and go to a public school. Mikey had made sure I knew not to speak with him or stand near him at school, because he had so many friends.

I had no problem with that, I didnt want to speak with anyone this year, I just want in and out for this year. I turned in my bed reflecting on all the years of homeschooling, I have horrible social anxiety and I couldn't bring myself to public schools like Mikey.

My hair was wet from the shower I took about an hour ago, I smelled the aroma of grapes and smiled. I was tired as hell but I was nervous about tomorrow. As the dark and cool air around me got denser and my body felt heavy sleep consumed me.

I woke up to my mom poking me. "Come on honey," I groaned and sat up. With homeschooling I could sleep in but with this shit. I locked my door as my mom left and instantly began ripping my.clothes off. I put on black skinny jeans and a black shirt. I combed my hair, silky black. Hadn't been cut in a year.

I walked downstairs and made a cup of coffee. Here we go.