And you won't touch my brother
The invisable boy.
Gerard's POV
So here I was, stood in the doorway of my old art room, I havdn't been here for over 12 years. I gave me chills as I saw some of my old art work. They still had that?. The kids hadn't come in yet but the bell would ring and the floors would be filled with kids, luckily it was the last year students so maybe they would slowly walk in, no rush and just pretend I was invisable.
The bell rang, and my life ended, I almost felt an urge to walk to my old desk at the back of the room and sit there but, knowing my luck it was taken by some kid. The teacher came in first, long brown hair that stuck out at odd angels, blue lose jeans and and old painting shirt, he smiled at me and put down his coffee on the desk,
"Your Gerard right?" his voice was cool and soothering remind me of a kid I once knew in school,
"Yep thats me sir" I dug my hands into my pockets going slighty red from the sir I had just said, he just chuckled,
"The kids will be here soon how about you take a seat at the back, no one sits there" he thrused a finger towards my desk I pratcilly ran to it,
"I used to sit here, you know" I smiled and squeezed into the small space, he laughed at me,
"Well maybe it will bring back memories" opening the door floods of kids piled into the room and took their seats, I stared at the desk and had a flash back when i saw impaled into the desk
Gerard Way-the invisable boy.
So here I was, stood in the doorway of my old art room, I havdn't been here for over 12 years. I gave me chills as I saw some of my old art work. They still had that?. The kids hadn't come in yet but the bell would ring and the floors would be filled with kids, luckily it was the last year students so maybe they would slowly walk in, no rush and just pretend I was invisable.
The bell rang, and my life ended, I almost felt an urge to walk to my old desk at the back of the room and sit there but, knowing my luck it was taken by some kid. The teacher came in first, long brown hair that stuck out at odd angels, blue lose jeans and and old painting shirt, he smiled at me and put down his coffee on the desk,
"Your Gerard right?" his voice was cool and soothering remind me of a kid I once knew in school,
"Yep thats me sir" I dug my hands into my pockets going slighty red from the sir I had just said, he just chuckled,
"The kids will be here soon how about you take a seat at the back, no one sits there" he thrused a finger towards my desk I pratcilly ran to it,
"I used to sit here, you know" I smiled and squeezed into the small space, he laughed at me,
"Well maybe it will bring back memories" opening the door floods of kids piled into the room and took their seats, I stared at the desk and had a flash back when i saw impaled into the desk
Gerard Way-the invisable boy.