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He stares blankly at the empty paper, his brain having stopped functioning ten minutes ago, after wrecking his brain for at least twenty minutes. His teacher had ordered the class to give their desk partners, a new math problem every day for them to solve, and then have them check if they got it right the next day and give each other grades. Probably just so she wouldn't have to give them any homework herself seeing as it would mean actual work, he thinks bitterly. They don't even have project week as her excuse is. Luckily he is sitting next to his friend, so the pressure isn't as big if he fails to create a fairly hard assignment. The fac

Shaggy gray fur tipped with white in little tufts, deep eyes and a happy smile painted on her small pointy jowl, accented with a rough pink tongue. I froze, mid-sip of my coffee, to watch her prance by. She walked leisurely along the sidewalk without a care in the world. The dog had spunk, an aspect that I fully appreciated, but it was also a bit clueless. "You're gonna get hurt out here," I said to it with a frown. I watched as it scampered on, following its black button nose to no where, then sighed. "Poor wittle thing,".   Something made me stop. I don't know what but I did. I turned watching it's little rump topped with it's sk

I was giving all my effort in my guitar, as usual while playing 'You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prision'. It was Ray's guitar solo at the moment, so I took a break from playing. Then I noticed Gerard strutting over to me and grabbing the back of my head, forcing me to kiss him. I was surprised, obviously, but kissed back right away. His tounge pushed it's way into my mouth, exploring it fully. I could barely battle for dominence, because he was winning. I wrapped an arm around his waist and let my other arm fall from my guitar. And then I remember we were on stage. I stopped kissing him and he pushed me away from him, and continue

Right now I'm at a bar after a concert my band, My Chemical Romance, had just finished. We all decided to go out and celebrate just because. Ray was chatting with Bob. Mikey was somewhere on the dance floor. And Gerard was at the bar, ordering alcohol, his weakness. I smiled and decided to seat myself next to him. He's always funny when he's drunk. And it doesn't take much to get him drunk since he's such a light weight with it. Which is weird considering how much he actually does drink. "Hey Gee." I said while plopping down on the stool next to him. "Whoaaaaaaaaa...Hey Frankie baaaaaaby" He slurred putting an arm around my neck. "Drunk I

My hands shook as I gripped the crumpled script tightly. I was going to ask him today. I was, I was, I was. I took a deep breath as I approached him. He was sat at the bottom of the concrete stairwell, as usual, his lunch balanced precariously on his knees. He hadn't seen me yet and I considered turning around and walking away. No, no! I had to do it today. I needed his help. Another step forward and I knew he must have heard me this time, because his head turned in my direction. When his gaze landed on me, his lips stretched into a toothy grin and I felt my heart pounding in my throat and my knees start to wobble underneath me. "Hey!" He

  I had always carried this notebook around with me everywhere. I kept it with me in case something interesting happened around me, or if I get a sudden urge to draw and I didn't have my sketchpad on me. This notebook could easily reflect my life in high school...although not all of it was just me. My best friend in the whole world, Frank would sometimes 'borrow' my notebook and make a silly doodle or write me a private message or something. Frank was the only one who ever saw my notebook's contents. Even my little brother, Mikey never read it. But I had a different notebook that only I saw; a journal of sorts. It had my deepest darkest sec

I gripped his hand between my fingers. I was so nervous, my palms clammy, but it was worth having his touch. A smile brightened our faces as out lips collided, a kiss, soft and quick. My cheeks reddened anyways. We giggled at the tiny fireworks that filled our stomachs, they were just another thing we could share, another thing we had in common. I never wanted to let go of his hand. Maybe I wouldn't. I bit my lip in shyness, trying to hide my blushing face in my shoulder. His hand cupped under my chin. "You're beautiful, Franky," he smiled. I felt my insides melt, a warmth drip into my insides. I tried to hold back my goofy smile, but it for

  Black cloth drapes itself over his small body, hiding it's true shape, taunting me. The hoodie's large and falls over his chest with prominent creases in the fabric, he places his hands in the front pockets. I watch from a distance, oddly intrigued by this boy in the black hoodie, curiously watching, imagining what lie behind the dark fabric. He pulls his hood up, restraining my view further, now even the back of his head is hidden from me.  Chewing my pencil, my mind fumbles for a reason to talk to him, to get him to turn around, anything. I can't come up with anything. I pull my hair back behind my ears, as if the dark strands were abs

  "So, an example of a survey would be if I asked you if you preferred Skittles or M&Ms, then you'd--"  "Skittles!" A short boy in the back row shouted, ferociously waving his hand over his head, nearly falling out of his chair.  "What was that Mr. Iero?"  The boy rolled his eyes, feeling that his teacher's question was silly, "I said Skittles. Everybody knows Skittles are better."  "Frank, the question was rhetorical. I didn't want an answer. Anyway--"  "But there isn't really a question, 'cuz everybody likes Skittles better!" Frank stood by his first answer, feeling quite confident that everyone was on his side, as most seven-year

 Tap.  tap.  tap. Pause.  Long, thin fingers hovered over the keyboard.  A pair of bright hazel eyes ran across the raised squares, each marked with a specific letter.  Those eyes stopped moving, focusing on two particular keys.  A tiny smile, barely even noticeable, hinted at the corners of his mouth. "Hey Gee."  The sudden voice didn't bother Gerard, as he had become used to, even fond of that voice in particular.  He loved the way it could sound so smooth.  The voice came from a noticeably short man, covered in elaborate designs and patterns of ink.  He lazily hopped into an old gray chair placed conveniantly in front of the television s