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Rain On My Parade.:

My second day of my new school and I was last off the bus. It didn’t bother me as much as it did yesterday because I already knew that I was ‘in’. I had people I didn’t know saying hello to me. This was the way it always was with me, new school and instant popularity.

I love how confident and carefree Frank is about the mocing schools and becoming popular like its no biggie he'll be gone before anyone really finds out all about him.

So different schools didn’t phase me because this is how I had always been treated when I arrived; like a king prince. I could tell that Gerard was king.

Frank already has respect for Gerard and its only his second day! thats really awesome you can see foundations being made. Hopefully i am reading into this story right, i really do like it. =D

Your interpretation is spot on. Well done. And I'm glad that you like the story. xD
It's what I aim for.

My second day of my new school and I was last off the bus. It didn’t bother me as much as it did yesterday because I already knew that I was ‘in’. I had people I didn’t know saying hello to me. This was the way it always was with me, new school and instant popularity.

I love how confident and carefree Frank is about the mocing schools and becoming popular like its no biggie he'll be gone before anyone really finds out all about him.

So different schools didn’t phase me because this is how I had always been treated when I arrived; like a king prince. I could tell that Gerard was king.

Frank already has respect for Gerard and its only his second day! thats really awesome you can see foundations being made. Hopefully i am reading into this story right, i really do like it. =D

it took me a while to comment, so sorry.
my cousin was over.
anyway! poor frankie D=
but when he totally made the teacher feel uncomfortable i laughed =]
i sometimes do that if a teacher says 'go home and ask your grandparents about
life when they were growing up.' ill b like 'my grandparents are dead,
they other ones only speak spanish.' theyll get this look and be like 'oh.. um.. okay'
its funny =]
now that iv completely gotten off topic... yea.
great update =]
more soon?

Aww, Frank is so damn sad in this!
I wanna hug him!
I love this fic, it's got a different feel to it, it feels fresh :P
more soon please?? I'm addicted!!

Poor Frankie...

Really awesome story, hope you update soon.

this is amazing so far

That was such a good chapter! I love it how Frank wasn't afraid of standing up to the teacher and how he corrected her when she brought up his mother. Good job! Can't wait to see where it goes from here.

P.S - is it just me, or does it seem like Gerard's already crushing on Frank. He smiles every time he sees him. I think it's cute.

Comment time!
You should have more comments on this...this is seriously one of my favourite stories.

“Nice converses,” Gerard replied, nodding his head in approval. I looked down at my converse clad feet and smiled. I wore my black ones with the white-out stars and symbols drawn all over them. Charlie helped to decorate them at my last school. She was into tarot reading, witchcraft and everything.
Can I have Frankie's shoes?

Apparently she thinks that the ‘cards’ told her that I would find love at my new school and it would be of an unusual kind. Expect the unexpected, so to speak. I had laughed at her and told her she was full of shit. She had laughed along with me at the time and said to not take her so lightly with the most devilish gleam in her eye.
Even in these small, little paragraphs, I already like Charlie. Does Frank still ever keep in touch with her? And I love that small bit about the tarot reading, I haven't really seen a teenager who likes tarot reading in stories. Also I think I have a clue about the unusual love...

“You smile too much,” I grumbled. Not being able to stop myself from smiling back sheepishly.
Once again I could imagine that playing out in my head. I like Gerard in this story, it's nice to see that he does smile all the time, unlike heaps of stories...including ones I've written (:

“Very well. I’d like to inform you that in this class it is compulsory to pay attention. Get out your student diary; we have something to record down in it.”

“I don’t have one, sir,” I replied, sure that my cheeks were flaming.

“Get your mother to buy you one before your next lesson with me,” he retorted as he made his way to the front of the class.

“I don’t have a mother,” I mumbled.
Whoa! Deja Vu to the ultimate maximum. As I said in my last comment about how Gerard acts about his Dad, Frank's teacher in this part acts like the teacher did to my friend. I hope Frank can keep his cool, I saw what happened to the boy in my class.

Another beautifully written chapter Kat, I can't wait for more.

gahh, Frank! Freakin call Gerard if you're boredd!

lol.

great update :)

*is enjoying this story quite a lot!*

awww gee doesnt have a daddy =[
and
awww frankles is all alone =[
and
yaaaaay you updated =]
yeaaa.... more soon?

Nawwwwwwww Frankie. I wanna hug him.

AHHHH!!!!
You already know that this is my favourite story. I think I shall call up publishing people so they can make this a book and I can own twenty copies and have you sign all of them.
Also I'm calling up Steven Spielberg, this should be, and will be a movie.

“Yeah, of course I do, somewhere. Sorry, that must’ve sounded confusing. Nah, we have one but he left right after Mike’s was conceived. Haven’t seen the bastard since,” he explained, his voice still unexpectedly cheery.
Awww, Gerard. But I was kind of like whoa when I read this. He reminds me of a boy at my old school, he always acted like that whenever someone mentioned his dad, but then in the end he kind of broke down to me on MSN. I just hope Gerard doesn't go the same way.

“I decided that I didn’t want to eat meat anymore,” I replied, knowing that I was probably in for it and he wouldn’t be happy.

“When?”

“About three months ago,” I answered, keeping my voice level and continuing to retrieve the plates.
I really felt for Frank here. Three months? And his dad didn't even notice? His dad seriously needs to pay more attention to him, you just don't not notice your child has stopped eating Big Macs.

I’d probably be deaf by the time I’m twenty. Only five years away.

My stomach growled a few times but I couldn’t bring myself to help cease the hunger pains. Listening to the music was comforting; I put the one song, ‘Bullet with Butterfly Wings’ on repeat. I mouthed the words; it was calming.
Even though I felt really sorry for Frank and very sad, that did make me smile. Frank makes me smile a lot in this story.

Once out, he frowned. “I can hear that music from here.”

I raised my eyebrow at him; I didn’t believe him.

“Smashing Pumpkins, Bullet with Butterfly Wings,” he said, smirking because he saw my expression and knew he was right. I allowed myself a faint smile.
A little father-son bonding time. It's nice to know that Frank's father does know a few things about his son. :cute:

As usual, grammar, spelling, punctuation was perfect. (: Oh, just one little thing:

“I’m Dad,” I lied,
He is? Awesome. You may just want to change that. (:

Hurry up and update again! My favourite story to date from the Kat Factory.

i finally- finally- got around to reading this update!!
i would always get halfway through and then have to do something :/
but anyways..... ha!
gerards seeing through his mask!! and then when hes figured it
out. what will frankie do!?!?
anyway. nice update =]
more soon?

You need more than a penny for my thoughts on this story...(:
This story I am printing out and taking it with me to my new school. To be honest with you Kat, this story makes me less nervous about my new school. There are times in this story where I can totally relate to Frank, not because I'm moving schools, but because I know what it's like to be alone at school.

My first day of school was only halfway through. This was my first break and I couldn’t believe the amount of people who’d come and talked to me. How many?

None.

My heart just went out to Frank, I felt really sorry for him. No kid should have to be alone at school. I love also how confident Frank is in this story. I'd never be able to walk up to Gerard on the first day of school and ask to play soccer...I'd just admire him from afar. :cute:

I pushed myself off Gerard and, once standing, held my hand out to him. He looked at me for a moment before taking my hand and letting me pull him up.
I don't why, but in that chapter, it just felt like Gerard letting Frank pull him up just sealed his trust in him. You know in those cliche movies when they do it? It all goes into slow motion as they lock hands? That's how it played out in my mind and I adored it.

“Because you’re so hard to figure out,” he answered. I was taken aback by this comment.

“What do you mean?”

“You seem so fake at times, like you’re always trying to make people see what you want them to see,” he explained. “It works, generally,” he added. I remained silent.
That also played out in my head wonderfully. I don't see Frank as a fake, but then again, we are seeing it from his point of view. I don't know why I loved Gerard's comment so much...but I just did.

I don't know what you're talking about saying that your first few chapters weren't good, they were you silly goose (: but I think this is going to always be my favourite chapter. It's just left me feeling all warm and wanting more. You better update soon.

that was good :]
this story is well-written and i can't wait to read more.
<3

Wooo!
That was awesome lol. I think I 'yay-ed' when Frank scored lol I know, i'm retarded.
More please xD

And so it begins...

I really like this. It's different - which is a good thing.

Actually...all of your writing is really different from all the cliche'd stuff.
You're way talented :)
And you deserve way more comments <3

*Expects a penny now.*
Haha. Kidding.

Anyway, update soon? :cute:

Lightning Zap:

Oooh. They finally talked! I loved it how Frank landed on top of Gerard when he shot at goal :tehe:.

:cute:

Oooh. They finally talked! I loved it how Frank landed on top of Gerard when he shot at goal :tehe:.