Tales of My Chemical Romance

First day new school. Fucking great. I have always been slightly off the wall, at least I am in the afternoon. Oh right, my name is Alexandria or Alex. I moved hear from Utah. I loved it there. Utah, we have crappy air, bi-polar weather patterns, and the greatest snow on Earth. I miss Alex, yeah my best friends name was Alex too. Yeah he was a guy. I guess he has to find a new secretary... It's along story..

Ahh Belleville High, lets see how this goes.

"Hi, I'm Alexandria. I'm new."
"Ah yes, Alexandira, here is your schedule. Locker number and combo on top. Frank, could you show Alexandria to her locker please?" Thank fuck. I am absolute shit with directions. Frank looked like my friends back in Utah. Dark clothing, I think he is wearing eye liner(which my friends never did, but I'm cool with it.) he also has a great taste in music.
"Yeah sure. Hi, I'm Frank, you can call me Frankie."
"Sup, I'm Alexandria, but you can call me Alex."
"Cool name. So it looks like your locker is right next to mine and we have all the same classes. That means you have classes with all my other friends."
"Thank fuck." First class I have is Art. Why the hell am I in art?! I fucking suck at art. Me and Frankie walked to art, when we walked in we got a shit ton of dirty looks. What the fuck? I just got hear. I walked up to the teacher who looked cool.
"Ah you must Alex." How the fuck did he know to call me Alex? "You can sit anywhere you want."
"Thanks." I sat down next to Frank and some other dude. Right as I sat down some fucktard came over and said,"Why are you sitting next to these fags, beautiful?" What a fucking tool.
"Hmm I don't know, right because I don't want to sit next to fucktard who just fuck around all class, because you think you are better than everyone else. That's why." God I had enough of that shit in Utah. Thank fuck, he walked away.
"So Alex, this is Gerard Way. Gerard Alex, Alex Gerard." Gerard I fucking love that name it's so cool.
"Hey."
"Herro."
"Did you just say 'herro'?"
"Maybe..."
"Gee, she has all of our classes."
"No fucking way." He said looking at me.
"Yeah, except I have no idea why I am in art. I really fucking suck at art.
"Maybe I could help you."
"Sure."
After that the bell rang, holy shit short ass classes. Back in Utah the classes were 72 minutes and only 5 periods. This could take some getting used to. Anywhore it's time for music, I might be good at this class...