Frank was your typical, narcissistic emo teen. He had zero filter, and he was a sarcastic little shit. He had a soft spot for a select few. His friends... and his art teacher. Mr. Way was as mysterious as teachers could be. He never talked about his personal life or his interests, and he never really talked to his students unless it was about his work. And Frank admired it. He wasn't doing it for the extra credit. If he was completely honest, it could've been to boost his self-esteem. Besides, what was there left to lose?All Rights Reserved