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It was Saturday and I was drawing a little bit when my phone rang. I didnt know the number on my display, but I answered it. Yeah? I said. Hello. Do you know a Frank Iero? the voice on the other side sounded pretty worried. Yeah. Why? I asked. Well, hes in hospital. Can you come over? I almost choked. What? In hospital! But why? Is he okay? Did he die? why did I ask that last question? That was pretty.. weird. No, he didnt die, and yes, hes pretty okay. But Im sure he wants to talk to somebody right know. And that one is y


Frerard 1I woke up. I didnt want to go to school, but I had to. People at school treated me like trash and put me in lockers. I hated it. I packed my bag and went to school. There they were: the bullies. John, Jeffrey and Tom. There you are little fag! I tried to run away but it didnt help. They were way faster than me and grabbed me. Try to run away? You fool! Smack! There it was: the first smack I got that day. Leave me alone! I cried. Nothing helped. They kept swearing and smacking. They punched me till I fell on the ground, and then, I got a last, big punch in my stomach. Dude! Leave him alone!Frerard 1
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