I woke up today dreading to have to go to school. I mean, I don't want to work on a project with Frank. Especially Frank. Who the hell wants that? Okay, don't answer. Because one, it's retorical, two, I know how much you all adore him, three, I'm just wasting time. I slowly got up, showered, got dressed...yeah, all that jazz. Do you even want to know? For you lot who actually care, I wore faded jeans and a black Anthrax tee shirt. And some trainers. And my hair was just...normal. Down. Haha. I trailed down the stairs slowly, still half awake and praying to not trip on the stairs and fall. Oh my god...I am sooooo fucking tired. I walked into the kitchen, and looked around for anything that was edible. My parents are health freaks and only buy healthy unedible shit. I checked the fridge...and took something out. I opened the container...the thing looked like...errr, pickled fish and cabbage? What the fuck is this?! I put that back...Yeah. I looked around a bit more. FINALLY! TOAST! I put that in the toaster...and while it was toasting, I was err...I don't know. Walking around listening to music on my super-cool-super-posh iPOD! Nah, I didn't have something that posh. I had an mp3 though. I really don't want to go to school. My parents aren't home, maybe I can fake sick. I don't want to see Frank. Omg. Now I'm even calling him by his name. Ewwww... I heard a 'ding', picked up my toast, grabbed my backpack and slung it on my shoulders, then grabbed my skateboard and headed off for school. I usually would've walked, but I'm tired as hell today and too lazy to walk. What better way than travel on wheels? Besides wings, of course. I got to school in about five minutes, much better than the usual fifteen minutes of walking. Sometimes I waited for Jazz and Kazz to walk with them to school, since their house was close to mine...but today I was just so...drowsy. Ugh. What a better day to choose. The day I actually have to put up with Iero, and I might fall asleep any second. I stashed my shit in the locker, then stalked off to my homeroom, obviously not in the best mood ever. Jazz and I had the same homeroom. I plopped on my usual seat in the middle of the classroom, and let out a disgruntled groan. Jazz smirked at me, "Rough night?" I shrugged and buried my head deeper into my arms. "I'm just so fucking tired. Leave me alone." She chuckled at me. Jazz just shrugged it off and continued to whatever she was doing. Usually we would be planning pranks or having random conversations right now, or mocking our drag-queen-looking homeroom teacher, but I'm just not in the mood. Not for what I have to face today. And I have no fucking clue why I'm so tired today. Maybe it was the fact that we had band practice the day before, then after that I had to babysit, then I had to do homework, then reply to some e-mails, then shower, and then finally sleep. Which at the time was three in the morning already. Ugh. Frank walks into the room, in a too over-happy mood for my liking. I could tell it was him by catching a quick glimpse, and I could tell he was dressed up quite nice today. But I couldn't care less about that type of stuff right now. Weird, he's usually never ontime for class, let alone early. What felt about ten minutes later, which was probably actually two, Mr. Truman sauntered in, looking like his usual PMSing self. He's on a permanent man-period, I swear. Or menopause. I don't know. "Ms. Stanford, would you like to rest in the principal's office, or participate in class?" drag queen asked me. "Ergh." REST IN RESULTS! Rate and message? <333
In Art class, ten minutes before school lets out...
"So how you've been lately?" Gerard asked me casually while sharpening his sketch pencil with a penknife.
"Like shit. I have to work with fucktard on the pointless partnered bookreport afterclass." I said, sighing and picking up a green-coloured pastel.
"It can't be that bad." he said, turning to check out my piece of unfinished artwork.
"Well, duh. Of course you say that, since he's like one of your best buddies and all."
"No, he can be an ass sometimes. Yes- don't make that face -sometimes, not all the time. He's actually a pretty nice guy once you get to know him." Gerard informed me.
"Right. I bet he pays you to say that right? How much? Or does he pay in food, jewelry, girls that he can hook you up wi-"
"Oh please. He's a nice guy. You'll see..." Gerard said, cutting me off.
"I do hope that you're right..."
I'm sorry this one is so short! I swear, if I write anymore I'll pass out right now. I don't know why, but I'm so fucking tired...as you can all tell in my quiz. But I just got this out for my mate Yazzers because I love her. If it wasn't for her, this would be out tomorrow. God...tired-ness. Night/morning everyone! Rate and message please? <333
