ITYSF - Chapter TwelveFrankieITYSF - Chapter Twelve
Frank felt slightly nauseated. The butterflies in his stomach were going in overdrive. Pencey Prep would go on stage in about 30 minutes and Frank hadn't felt this nervous in his lifetime. He was more nervous than the time he had to make a speech in front of the whole school in grade 7, more nervous than the time when he had to confront his principal about accidentally swearing at his teacher (how was he supposed to know 'fuck' was a bad word when he was in grade 1?), even more nervous than the time he had to talk to his mom and dad about being gay. More nervous than… well, you get the point.
Frank sat d
ITYSF - Chapter ElevenFrankITYSF - Chapter Eleven
My eyes fluttered open to the sound of my mother hollering my name while shaking me. I mumbled something along the lines of "Go away, let me sleep" and pulled the covers over my head thinking she might leave. It didn't work. She continued to shake my shoulder. I sighed deeply and whipped the covers off of my face. I glared at her.
"Frank, get up." She commanded.
"I don't want to go to school." I whined.
"I know you're probably still not feeling the best but you have to go to school today." She told me, and then added, "And if I let you stay home again your father would kill me."
ITYSF - Chapter TenFrank's POVITYSF - Chapter Ten
My eyes slowly opened. I blinked a couple of times to wake myself up but it didn't really work. I threw off my covers and stumbled out of my bed. I yawned slightly and stretched. I shuffled out of my bedroom and downstairs. I walked into the kitchen where my mom was seated, still in her pajamas, drinking coffee. My dad sat across the table from her sipping orange juice and reading the newspaper. I was confused. My dad was always gone when I woke up...and my mom was always already dressed. If they didn't hurry up they'd be way late.
"Uh...Dad? Why are you still here?" I asked.
My mom whipped h
ITYSF - Chapter NineFrank's POVITYSF - Chapter Nine
I wiped my tears as new ones began to fall. How could he? How the fuck could he? But the bigger question is 'why?' And that ran through my head all the way home. I just couldn't see what I had done to make him want to breakup. Was I an awful boyfriend? An awful lover? Did he find someone new, someone that could replace me? Was I just a terrible person to be around? I couldn't believe it. I can't. This must be a dream. A pretty fucked up dream but a dream at that. I pinched my arm to wake me up. Does that even work? Well it didn't for me. Aww...fuck it all, it wasn't a dream. Gerard did break up with me for reasons tha
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