Pete bangs his head on things, Spencer's got a fucked up spine. Patrick's about 60% deaf with an emotionless face, while I just sit there with a dumbass look on mine.

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CHAPTER 1: 

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I held onto Gerard's hand as he drug me along the school's hallways. I could here my own feet dragging across the grey polished floor, the sound booming in my eye drums. The sound made my ears feel as if they were going to bleed. If that were to happen, then people wouldn't look at me like I was retarded, they'd look at me like I was practically dead, but to be honest, that's what I actually was, "Practically dead". I could hear the loud sound of my friend Pete stomping his boots on the floor, talking loudly to his 'guider' (as he called him), who's name was Joe. The words fell from the black haired boys mouth like a broken machine  guns bullets as he stuttered and tripped over his own tongue. Yup, that was our Pete. He was surprisingly happy for an autistic kid who suffered from multiple mental breakdowns. Two  just in the past week. However, Pete was a sweet kid and happened to be one of the two only reasons I ever wanted to come to school. The other reason was his best friend, Patrick. Patrick was also autistic, but unlike Pete, Patrick hardly ever talked. Patrick was more of the silent type. This was because, as he had explained to me once, he would rather not add to the noise that he knew the rest of us were hearing. Patrick was more than half deaf, so he heard everything at a normal volume. However, that didn't stop him from being unable to communicate like the rest of us. As we continued to walk down the hallways to our classroom, which was just past the schools from office, we passed two other kids who looked at us like we were.... well, dangerous. Their eyes widened as we passed, I kept my head low to avoid eye contact, Patrick did the same. Pete on the other hand smiled at them, showing of his missing front tooth.

"HI!" He screeched, waving his loose wrist around in a poor attempt to wave at the two. My eyes raised from the floor to my black haired friend, my head remained down though, mainly because I couldn't find the inner strength to pick it up. Yes, I know I'm weak, you don't have to tell me, I already know. The two kids stared at Pete as if he was going to harm them, eyes focused of his missing tooth, eye patch, and the ace bandage wrapped around his upper left arm. I stayed silent, watching for my peripheral vision. The two kids, both girls may I mentioned, continued to stare to the boy in what I assumed was fear as Pete's smile slowly faded and he his arm quickly dropped to his side. He frowned at the two.

"You don' like me, do ya? Ya like erryone else...." He mumbled. I saw Joe reach for Pete's hand, but Pete only stayed in his spot, frozen to the floor as he stared the two girls straight in the eyes.

"c'mon Pete, lets g--" Joe began to speak, to which Pete interrupted the man by screaming at the top of his lungs. Pete's high pitched screams pierced my eardrums worse then the stomping sound of our shoes on the floor. It was giving me a migraine. The girls covered their ears. 

"Hey, hey, stop that yellin'!" a voice called. My eyes raised up to look at a boy, he was short with black hair, Green eyes and a lot of arm tattoos. That was strange. I've never in my life seen a high school student have tattoos, let alone as many as this boy had. Assuming he was a high school student anyways. He didn't look old enough to be a teacher, unless he was some sort of genius who had learned how to solve all the worlds problems by age 16 but then decided to waste his time teaching at a high school full of stupid immature children his age....

 What? I'm autistic, I get bored okay? I like to make things up to make this hell I call a life actually a little bit enjoyable.

However, despite my imagination running crazily fast with the thought that his boy could be a teenage genius, I knew that deep down I was, as always, wrong. He was nothing more than a teenager who about to take some serious pity on the school's stupidest crazy kid. The boy looked at the two girls with an angered expression, eyes stabbing holes through them.

"Well? What the hell are you looking at? Get to class, go! Fuck off!" He yelled at them as he shooed them away. The girls ran down the hall in fear. I struggled to roll my eyes at them.

"Ooooh, baaaad." Spencer mumbled at the boys use of 'the F word' as the boy turned back to look at us. 

"Sorry, may I introduce myself?" He asked with an apologetic smile. Without even looking at there faces I could tell that Gerard and Joe were not happy with this new boy. Not only was it a Monday, which in my opinion could single handily  stress anybody out anyways, but Spencer's aid Jon and Patrick's aid Andy were both out sick so it just put more pressure on the two of them. I felt Gerard's hand tighten around mine as he pulled it a little bit closer to his chest.

"When we get in the classroom and settle down a little, it's  been quite an eventful morning so far." He mumbled.

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Hey ya'll! sorry about the long wait for this first chapter! I just have been having a busy week and finals and all and like I kinda forgot what I actually wanted to do with this here story so  yeah, haha.

LOL, who TF am I even talking to? No one even reads this shitty story.

@stormchacer , May 01, 2018.