Frank Iero. Your bully. No matter what happened, he'd always bully you relentlessly.

It didn't matter where it was or when it was. You could be in the hallways and you'd feel a shove or in class you'd feel a crumpled bit of paper hit the back of your head, even if you saw him in the store he'd throw an insult or two. It was not nice.

You never understood why he did, he just did, though he was classified as a weirdo too, an emo one at that. He played in a band for christ sake. His friends were also emo. They were weird too.

Today was like any other day, you were in PE, the one subject you'd skip, just sit at the side and watch as the others in your year played, Frank came in late, saying something about band practice. He quickly joined in with whatever sport they were playing.