Baby I'll Be Your Frankenstine
I Don't Wanna Go to School!
I wake up to find Gee's sleeping form besie me. He looks worn out, and broken inside. I hear the alarm clcok go off, it's the Misfits. Gerard stirrs.
'Huh...Izzit time to get up already?" He asks, his voice scratchy and tired.
"Yeah," I say softly.
"Ouch, my head," He gasps, as the one beam of sunlight comes into his room.
He tries to stand up, but looses his balance, and falls on the floor.
"C'mon,Gee," I say softly. "We've gotta get ready for school."
"I don't wanna go to school!" He whines patheticly.
I look at my watch, it's 7:45 AM, and school starts at 8:25.
"Sorry Gee, but you gotta go to school," I say, like on the first day I took Sky to school.
"But--"
I cut him off.
"Gee, get ready for school,' I say sternly.
"Frankie, what's up with the whole parentel mode today?" He asks.
"Well Gee, you got wasted yesterday, and you probably are hungover, but you need to go to school, because I see you there, and I love it."
"OK," He replies, after 10 minutes of fighting.
He grabs a black Iron Madian tshirt, tight black jeans, boxers, and a Misfits hoodie, and makes his way to the bathroom.
After about 5 minutes he emerges, fully clothed. I change into my own clothes, and head down for a bowl of cereal. Gee unwillingly trudges behind me, dead tired.
I pour a bowl of Frosted Flakes and Gee looks the other way. Lidia and Claudia walk in.
"Hi Gee," They say quietly.
"Hi,' He mumbles.
He lies his head on the cold table top.
"Frankie, the whole room is blurry."
I rub his head and tell him its time to leave for school.
Claudia drives us, since Gee is too hungover to drive. He's sleeping in the backseat and is holding his head.
"Gee we're at shcool now," I whisper, rubbing his shoulder.
"OK Frankie," He groans as he lifts himself up.
We all go to our 1st period class. Gee is barely hanging in. He looks like he's ready to pass out.
Finally lunch rolls aroud at about 1 and Gee is eyeing all of the food with complete disgust.
He collapses on a chair and buries his head in his hands.
"I hate being hungover,' He moans, resting his clammy head on the cold countertop.
"I know Gee," I whisper, stroking his hair.
We all finish out the day and go to Starbucks. Gee is very excited, because Starbucks is his all time favorite coffee house.
Everyone is done with thier coffee in 45 minutes then we all drive back. Gee makes his way to his room and collapses on the bed covers.
'Huh...Izzit time to get up already?" He asks, his voice scratchy and tired.
"Yeah," I say softly.
"Ouch, my head," He gasps, as the one beam of sunlight comes into his room.
He tries to stand up, but looses his balance, and falls on the floor.
"C'mon,Gee," I say softly. "We've gotta get ready for school."
"I don't wanna go to school!" He whines patheticly.
I look at my watch, it's 7:45 AM, and school starts at 8:25.
"Sorry Gee, but you gotta go to school," I say, like on the first day I took Sky to school.
"But--"
I cut him off.
"Gee, get ready for school,' I say sternly.
"Frankie, what's up with the whole parentel mode today?" He asks.
"Well Gee, you got wasted yesterday, and you probably are hungover, but you need to go to school, because I see you there, and I love it."
"OK," He replies, after 10 minutes of fighting.
He grabs a black Iron Madian tshirt, tight black jeans, boxers, and a Misfits hoodie, and makes his way to the bathroom.
After about 5 minutes he emerges, fully clothed. I change into my own clothes, and head down for a bowl of cereal. Gee unwillingly trudges behind me, dead tired.
I pour a bowl of Frosted Flakes and Gee looks the other way. Lidia and Claudia walk in.
"Hi Gee," They say quietly.
"Hi,' He mumbles.
He lies his head on the cold table top.
"Frankie, the whole room is blurry."
I rub his head and tell him its time to leave for school.
Claudia drives us, since Gee is too hungover to drive. He's sleeping in the backseat and is holding his head.
"Gee we're at shcool now," I whisper, rubbing his shoulder.
"OK Frankie," He groans as he lifts himself up.
We all go to our 1st period class. Gee is barely hanging in. He looks like he's ready to pass out.
Finally lunch rolls aroud at about 1 and Gee is eyeing all of the food with complete disgust.
He collapses on a chair and buries his head in his hands.
"I hate being hungover,' He moans, resting his clammy head on the cold countertop.
"I know Gee," I whisper, stroking his hair.
We all finish out the day and go to Starbucks. Gee is very excited, because Starbucks is his all time favorite coffee house.
Everyone is done with thier coffee in 45 minutes then we all drive back. Gee makes his way to his room and collapses on the bed covers.