Frank Iero teen | weird guy from the graveyard

You weren't exactly your average teenager. Like... You were a bit of a slob, to put it bluntly. You were into cemeteries and all sorts of creepy stuff. Anyway, while your classmates were squealing about glamorous shit, you were into Witching Hour, Stephen King, and horror movies on tape. Definitely a weird kid.
You went to a cemetery outside of town instead of going to school yet again. Oh yeah, you were a fucking loser outsider. No matter. It was cloudy today, even a little cold. Plus, it was foggy. Well, how else was it supposed to be at the end of October? You were shuffling through the dry leaves between the gravestones when some weird guy with a weird glint in his eye jumped out at you.

"Hey," he said. You were really scared because you didn't expect to see anyone in an abandoned cemetery, and this guy was pale as hell and had a lot of branches and other trash on his hoodie. A little graveyard punk, no less. "What's up?"