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I'm a Teacher, He's a Student
Highschool & A ***.
WARNING: This is a Slash story.
MAIN CHARACTERS: WiL Francis [Aiden] and Gerard Way [MCR]
[WiL's P.o.V]
Its my first day being a junior at John B. Francis High and Im sick of it. Ive only been in this school for ten minutes and I want to leave.
But I cant leave, even if I tried. And why not? Because my step-father is the principal of this school.
Yupp. Woop-de-doo and all that other crap. I wonder how the school will react when they find out that I, Wil Francis, a.k.a Freak, is John Berkley Francis' step-son. Hah, this highschool is gonna be loads of fun! Sarcasm.
Confused? Let me explain.
My son of a bitch father decided to leave my mother and I for some whore. The whore being my mothers' younger sister. So then we moved to Newark in Jersey. That was about six years ago. Now me, I was perfectly fine with just living with my mother, but when I came out and told her I was gay she started to blame herself. Saying that since I had no father figure, that that has somehow turned me gay.
Weird I know. But shes okay now.
But than my mother started seeing this man, John Francis. Last year he asked her to marry him.
She said yes, and we moved back to Seattle, Washington.
So now Im stuck here, for the next two years. Yippy. More Sarcasm.
I walked through the large double doors. Even though I was in the commons, thankfully no one was watching me. I didnt really want to be receiving attention this early in the morning. Not like I ask for it. And I deffinetely dont mean the good kind. It just so happens to me because Im not like eveyone else. Im not normal.
Im not smart. I dont play sports. Ive smoked and done more drugs than Whitney Houston and Scarface combined. I drink. Sarcasm is my religion. Im more fucked up than sadistic killer. I wear makeup. Ive been through more therapy than a patient in a Psychiatric Ward. I think--no, I know guys are hot. And Ive had more sex than a New York prostitute.
Im simply amazing. More sarcasm.
I pulled out my schecdule and looked at it to see what my classes were:
Period 1: French
Period 2: Social Studies
Period 3: Study Hall
Period 4: Biology {Day 1 & 3}/ Chemistry {Day 2 & 4}
Period 5: Math
Period 6: Art {Day 1 & 3}/ Photography {Day 2 & 4}
Period 7: Gym
Period 8: Lunch
Period 9: English
Lovely. Just perfect. Sarcasm.
MAIN CHARACTERS: WiL Francis [Aiden] and Gerard Way [MCR]
[WiL's P.o.V]
Its my first day being a junior at John B. Francis High and Im sick of it. Ive only been in this school for ten minutes and I want to leave.
But I cant leave, even if I tried. And why not? Because my step-father is the principal of this school.
Yupp. Woop-de-doo and all that other crap. I wonder how the school will react when they find out that I, Wil Francis, a.k.a Freak, is John Berkley Francis' step-son. Hah, this highschool is gonna be loads of fun! Sarcasm.
Confused? Let me explain.
My son of a bitch father decided to leave my mother and I for some whore. The whore being my mothers' younger sister. So then we moved to Newark in Jersey. That was about six years ago. Now me, I was perfectly fine with just living with my mother, but when I came out and told her I was gay she started to blame herself. Saying that since I had no father figure, that that has somehow turned me gay.
Weird I know. But shes okay now.
But than my mother started seeing this man, John Francis. Last year he asked her to marry him.
She said yes, and we moved back to Seattle, Washington.
So now Im stuck here, for the next two years. Yippy. More Sarcasm.
I walked through the large double doors. Even though I was in the commons, thankfully no one was watching me. I didnt really want to be receiving attention this early in the morning. Not like I ask for it. And I deffinetely dont mean the good kind. It just so happens to me because Im not like eveyone else. Im not normal.
Im not smart. I dont play sports. Ive smoked and done more drugs than Whitney Houston and Scarface combined. I drink. Sarcasm is my religion. Im more fucked up than sadistic killer. I wear makeup. Ive been through more therapy than a patient in a Psychiatric Ward. I think--no, I know guys are hot. And Ive had more sex than a New York prostitute.
Im simply amazing. More sarcasm.
I pulled out my schecdule and looked at it to see what my classes were:
Period 1: French
Period 2: Social Studies
Period 3: Study Hall
Period 4: Biology {Day 1 & 3}/ Chemistry {Day 2 & 4}
Period 5: Math
Period 6: Art {Day 1 & 3}/ Photography {Day 2 & 4}
Period 7: Gym
Period 8: Lunch
Period 9: English
Lovely. Just perfect. Sarcasm.