“Gerard, come on, I’m gonna be late for my test,” Mikey complained.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“f**k off!” I called.
I pulled on my black skinny jeans. I picked up a black t-shirt off my floor, smelling it and shrugging as I threw it on. I grabbed my leather jacket, looking at the posters that covered my bedroom walls. I looked at myself in my mirror, fussing up my black hair and smudging my eyeliner.
“Gerard!” Mikey shouted.
“Oh my god, take a f*****g pill or something, jesus christ,” I said.
I grabbed my backpack and frowned, going down the stairs.
“Gerard, be nice to your brother,” my dad scolded.
I rolled my eyes, going into the kitchen. My mom handed me a bagel and I walked outside to where Mikey was waiting. We got into the car and he scowled, crossing his arms.
“Why can’
