Chapter Two: Introducing Me

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Chapter 2: 

Franks POV: 

I recognise him. He's in my music class and maths class. He just stares at me. He looks so mysterious, and I notice he also has eyeliner on. I see the Misfits jumper and I smile without even realising. I bet I looked like a creep then when I just sat their and smiled at him. I should probably appologise and get off of the floor. "Erm.. Sorry" We say at the same time and I see a little smile emerging from the corner of his mouth. I brush my self down, and decide to introduce myself even though I already know him. "So.. Erm.. I'm Frank, you?" I already knew his name, but it seemed polite.

"Gerard" 

"You're in my music and maths class. I recognise you"

"So I am"

There was a bit of an awkward pause, so I appologised again.

"So...erm yeah, sorry about that"

It sounded so...so...blunt.

"It's okay, see you in maths"

"You too"

Well that was weird. You too? Seriousky Frank, that's all you said? You dumbass. 

I've heard him play piano before, and he's amazing, I have to say. He's smarter than me in maths, I don't know why he isn't in the higher sets. I spoke to him a few times before this actually. He seems really nice, but shy from the little times we spoke. He helped me to do pythagoras' theorem, and we spoke about bands a few times at the end of music when we were last in class to pack away our things. 

Maybe I should talk to him more y'know? He's in the same position as me. No friends really, bullied, bullied for the same reasons etc. I could invite him to sit with me at dinner one day, but then again, maybe not. 

I kind of like my own company sometimes. And I wouldn't want any kids following him and then they find where I eat dinner, so they can tourment me at dinner as well. 

Well, I'll just talk to him in music a few times, and in the corridor if I see him, then it will stop there. Yeah. I won't be completely ignoring him, but I also will be keeping myself to myself.

 Second bell rang bringing me out of my thoughts. 

Shit. 

English wasn't that far away, so I won't get into too much trouble. You know what? I should be late more often. I miss out on being shoved against the lockers and name calling. (A/N- No we don't have lockers in England. Well not at my school, and not at many schools I know about, except for sixth form (college, but still in school) they get lockers. But I like the idea of us having lockers, so I'm stealing it. MWUHAHA! Sorry...) 

I don't really like English, I feel too babied y'know. The teachers treat us like babies, and they wonder why kids aren't independent, and can't get higher than a C. I'm currently on a D. (A/N Oh god, I've just realise how wrong "I'm currently on a D" sounds...)

But I think I have more potential. Like if only the teachers let us be a bit more independent, and gave us work suitable for the level we are working at, then maybe I could be in the higher classes. I'm not that good at English Literature, but I'm fine with English Language.

 I hate it when we are reading a book in Lit, and theres a line in the book that says "The curtains were blue." and the teacher is like, "Okay so you need to analyse and evaluate this quote, and show what message the author was trying to get accross" Like they weren't trying to say anything, they just wanted blue curtains Jesus Christ! "Maybe this shows that the author was sad because blue is a sad colour" Like shut the fuck up man!

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