One could look up from a school desk, dazed and confused, unsure of what Mr. Smith the Geometry teacher raves about.. A moment of silence, looking at the concrete prison through that window..
Reality snaps back, and a distilled sadness leaks within.
Another summer gone, another school year revved up to piss you and your parents off.
Nice Report Card JACKASS. Heh..
I will now tell you the first memory of coming back from dreary summer break to 8th grade.. (2nd year of H.S. mind you..)
It was an open house, glorious and festering of lively, caring parents and bored, puberty anguished children. I myself had just hit puberty only months before, my shimmering surfer hair marred and shaved, now cut and stylized to fit the summer clique..
Clique's piss me off. I always hated them. Middle School thrives off of such, and High School won't stand it. I love the cycle. Middle Schooler's just don't get it..
I didn't ethier, i myself in the "NORMAL" Crowd. That's the area where your all around liked, and untouchable..
You think.
....
Let me lay down cliques for you.
There's the nerds. Straight up outcasts that you can't really understand are outcast. I guess some snobby "Prep" b***h declared it. They sit alone, or in a animalistic group, talking about the latest games or such...
I sat with them sometimes, some of my best friends being of such a clique.
Once again, i was a "NORMAL". Untouchable by the snobbish looks and scoffs set upon me by the "Preps."
I owned that ******** school, and they could lick my "NORMAL" balls for all i cared.
Anyways, onto the Goths, or EMO's.
******** them.
lol...Yeah, i could care less about such a fandomized group, starving for attention. And please, and EMO's or Goths who read this can lick my sanitized nutsack once more. I garuntee i'm appreciatively deeper then you, and can write better.
Prejiduce to the max aside, this group of scum wear black, listen to Smashing Pumpkins or KORN, and enlist the wearing of wacky, wierd clothing.
Such as cutting holes in a striped sock, and wearing it as a fashion device.
Yes, i swear i saw it once.
The only reason i didn't touch them was because they had chains and alot dilectic hardware on hand. I don't know about the monstrous jock you are, but i'm sure as Saint Mary's hell not going to be hit by a whip
..made of carbon steel.
Then they're the jocks. I was kinda with them, kinda not. This group was pretty "Straight." as the slang and mostly southern born term went. Fun, compassionate fellows, but all around nutcases.
My kind of nitpicking crowd....
Now in the "NORMAL" people, i fell in a special area..
The comedian. Now, i want to clear up all sanguine gesture of bilious anger upon me.
There are two kind of funny people.
The Clown,and the Comedian
The comedian tells the clown to do something irresponsible, yet excptionally funny, and the clown does so, seeking derived attention.
I played half and half.
...That's all for now, i must depart. I'll continue my summer story later, as i drove a steady course in the WRONG direction laugh out loud..i mean. LaWl...
Good day.
The Dark Man.
