msmagnifico

Gerard’s p.o.v.

I set my papers by the clock on the table next to my bed.

Mikey sat and turned to face me, he put his elbows on his knees, and slouched over with his head in his hands.

“It sounds like the fighting died down a bit, yeah?” Mikey was staring at the pile of papers I just collected.

He sighed, “I dunno, maybe.”

I laughed at his very delayed answer,

“What?” he asked now looking up at me.

“Dude, you took like a whole minute to answer...” I paused, “Are you really that curious to look at them?” I said smirking at him.

“Actually… yeah… I am.” He said looking over at the small pile again.

 “Stop dreaming Mikes, I never let people see my stuff before it’s done… you know that… but how can I say no to those eyes,” I said smiling.

He looked up at me again, with one eyebrow raised.

“Here, I’ll make you a deal.” I said grabbing my papers carefully.

Mikey perked up, and sat up strait, I smiled at his hopefulness.

“You can see my art if …you give me your glasses.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, and slumped down again. I laughed , I knew he couldn’t see shit without them.

“Gerard , you’re such a smart ass…” he said looking down at his lap,

“I know,” I laughed at him again…

Then everything just fell silent, and we sat there breathing in sequence.

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"Gerard..." I heard a light voice say.

"What?!"  nearly yelled, and there was mom, smiling at me throught the beam of sunlight,

"Oh sorry, I guess I fell back asleep," I told her, rubbing my eyes awake.

Mikey was passed out at the other end of my bed,

"I guess we both passed out like half an hour ago," I said leaning over to shake him awake.

"Well you both you both better get up," she said pushing the hair out of my face,  which was kind awkward, then I realized, something mush have happened with him.

Mikey was to stubborn to budge, "Mom, what happened with umm... him.." I would never call him Dad.. or Father, or any other pet name you're suppose to call your Mom's spouse.

“Not much, Gerard…but I think he’ll be out of the house for a week or two”

I knew that wasn’t the whole truth, because he’s always out of the house for a fucking “week or two.”

“Good…” I looked up at her, and she kissed my forehead.

“Start getting ready, honey…and wake up your brother,” she smiled as she walked past my bed and closed the door behind her.

She always seemed happier when he was gone, he’s such a bastard… Mikey doesn’t know what mom had to put up with before he was born,  so he just thinks they’re both bad, but I know she cares, and I know she’s trying to take care of us… I’m glad she got that fucking restraining order before Mikey was born… he didn’t have to go through all the abuse, and anger that I did, and I hope he never does…

Frankie’s p.o.v.

“Somebody fucking shoot me please,” I whispered to myself as I pulled my backpack onto my lap, and wrapped my arms around it.

“What?” my mother said, I knew she didn’t really care, she was to focused on getting me, there on time. My words couldn’t possibly impact her that much.

“Nothing,” I responded. I couldn’t help but glare at the dull, dirt colored building, in all its glory.

The Jocks, Preps, and Scene-kids, waiting to beat me to a bloody pulp, The councilors, that never really council you, they just tell you to “keep your grades up” or “you need to focus on your future.” Right, like they actually care about our futures, not that I have one, The ignorant students, that can’t except anyone who isn’t just like them, The teachers, who are either bipolar, or just don’t give a shit, but honestly I can’t say I blame them.

This Place is My Hell.

And the routine begins, the cycle of being forced to attend a place where you are hated every. single. day.

I unbuckled my seat belt, and pulled my hood down to my eyes. My mother slowly stopped at the sidewalk as I looked away from the school and out the window to my right, I pulled the handle on the door and opened it to the cringe-worthy sound of Omg’s, girls texting, and other annoying high school conversation.

I sighed at what I was about to do, what I knew I had to do. I forced my torn and tattered converse the hit the concrete below me.

I grabbed my backpack, and turned to face my mother, “bye mom,” said with close to no emotion,

“Bye honey, have a good Monday,” she told me while putting on her mascara, as I took hold of the door.

“fer sure,” I said, pushing the door closed, it was a sarcastic statement in my head but, I didn’t say it that way.

I watched her drive off, in that white mini van, with the pearl finish… it almost felt like being abandoned, not in the sense of me missing her, but just feeling left… but, the unfortunate return of parental supervision would be  in just a few hours.

I tugged my headphones out of my pocket, pulled my hood down to my eyes again, and viewed the new freshman, I could just picture the torture they would be receiving in a matter of hours, especially the halfway goth girl in the back, she hid her face under her hood, but no guy would wear their hair that long on the first day of school. At first glance she was nothing special, but maybe someone who’s not a jackass might be attending this school.

I walked from one end of the street to the other, music blaring, and watched the number 36 buss pull up,

“Clarissa…” I whispered to myself as I glared hatefully as the bus…