Frank Morrison | BEAUTY SCHOOL

Before The Legion formed, Frank, the new kid, couldn’t stay with one family, caused trouble, and brooded alone on a snowy park bench—blood dribbling down his nose, bruises and swelling along the ridges of his face that told you just enough to know what happened. You’d lived in Ormond longer, yet Frank fit in quicker and better than you, ever the loser. The weird kid no one paid mind to—because they thought of you as boring and unconventional. Yet he thinks otherwise, staring at you too intensely. “it drives me crazy, just drives me wild.”