(Three months later, January 3rd)
POV-Frank- first hour History was nothing but a blur, second hour was Gym so it gave me a bit of a wake-me-up because its Dodge Ball week, third hour was English which wouldn’t had been so bad if Gerard had kept his mouth shut and not gotten us all a 13page paper on Sensory Writing, forth hour was Study Hall so I got a head start on that 13page paper, fifth hour was Art but I kept working on that 13page paper because my project was already finished. Now it was lunch time and Gerard, Mikey, Ray, and I sat at our usual table by ourselves after getting out trays. It was pizza day, but by the looks of Gerard, his pizza might not even make it to the table, because as soon as he got his tray and stepped out of line he began munching away happily. Our table was located at the very back corner of the lunch room, and it was the only table that nobody bothered to sit at but us, so we gladly avoided the typical stereo-type-clique-tables and found our own. I know what you must be thinking, if were MCR then why dose everybody here treat us like trash, pretend like we don’t even exist, or treat us like were normal people? Well my friend I’ll tell you why, because we have known most of these people, or have gone to school with most of these people for years before we became famous, that and the fact that they’re all use to having us here, so they don’t really care anymore. But we always have to be careful when have new students or another school comes here for something like a sports events or chior contest, those are some of our worst days. But we got luck today because it’s the first day back from Christmas break, so that means no sport events for about two weeks. Gerard, Mikey, Ray, and I were just in the middle of discussing topics for our next album, when Mr. Hammond our Gym teacher approached our table. He had a look on his face that showed no emotion but bored and his hatred for teenagers in high school. “Follow me gentlemen,” His deep voice also showing no emotion. We all rose in our chairs and swung our backpacks over our shoulders and we shuffled out the door. With several shared looks, we all couldn’t come up with a reason why Mr. Hammond wanted us to follow him; we all already knew that he only gets students out of class or the lunch room if there in some kind of trouble, but we hadn’t done anything wrong that we know of. Instead of taking a left down a small corridor into the principal’s office, we continued down the main hall just a short way, and waited outside the main office door. 15minutes in counting Mr. Hammond stepped out of the main office with a new girl following slowly behind. She was wearing a half way zipped-up black and red checkered jacket with the quote ‘Music Is My Life’ in tie-dye cursive on the front, you could see her shirt enough to see that it was Fall Out Boy and for their song Sugar Were Going Down, black jeans that had holes here and there on the front, but the holes hardly showed skin, knee-high Converse that were black and multiple neon colors looking like splattered paint all over them. Her hair was pure black, with small red, purple, neon green and neon orange stripes dyed in her hair. When I looked at her face I see that I was sure I had seen it before, but not totally sure where. She black circles around her eyes, like she hadn’t slept in days, several bruises on her face, a scar that covered her the middle of her right cheek and her bottom lip had recently been busted open. Mr. Hammond cleared his trough and said, “Gerard, Frank, Mikey, and Ray I would like you to show Mrs. Collins around the school. You will be allowed to miss 6th and 7th hour to do this, 8th hour will vary. Start by showing Mrs. Collins her locker, number 95. Good luck Mrs. Collins, any questions gentlemen?” “Just one, Mr. Hammond, why chose all 4 of us?” I asked, an uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. “Because Mr. Iero, Mrs. Collins has all her classes with at least one of you, so if one of you doesn’t know where a class of hers is there is a good chance another one of you will. Now get going.” Without another word Mr. Hammond walked back into the office.
POV-Blair- I adjusted my backpack on my shoulders and stood silently as the gym teacher who calls himself Mr. Hammond walked back into the main office, shutting the door with a small click. From that moment on I was alone in the hallway with the four men I refused to look at, afraid that they might ask about my face, which was something I didn’t really wanna talk about at this point. “So, may I see your schedule please?” asked one of the men. I knew then I had to look up from the floor, so reached into my pocket and pulled out my schedule, unfolded it and held it out to them. I glanced up to see who had taken it when I realized that I was standing in the presents of MCR…again. Mikey was whispering into Ray’s ear, then Ray whispered into Gerard’s, and Gerard whispered to Frank. It was like they were playing Telephone. Frank being the loud mouth at the end who tells the whole group the rumor and Mikey being the rumor starter, Gerard and Ray are the little message boys who try not to screw up the secret. After they all looked and compared schedules they all looked up at my and sighed. “Well,” Frank began, “Looks like you have most of your classes with either Mikey or Gerard. One or two you have with me and Ray but that’s about it.” I nodded and followed as they laid me to the first class I have.
