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Awh ********, I knew I'd have to write about it sometime.

So it's Friday, and I wasn't at school yesterday for being sick.
1st day outta the WHOLE YEAR being absent.
I never get a damn break.

Late again, I swiftly made my way to the new cafeteria.
We were brought in there to dance.
Yes, dance.
In history of all ******** classes!

1st of all: I find dancing degrading.
2cnd of all: In my mind I am male. Dancing is feminine. I'm not doing that s**t.

So the class gathers in some ********' circle as I stand in place, crossing my arms.
I notice my classmates smiling. God I'd do anything to get outta here.

Ms.Vincench waddles her wide-a** to me and starts questioning why I am refusing to dance again.
What did I tell her? My 1st reason. No way in hell would I tell her I feel less of a man to do so. Saying that, she'd notify my dad right away, plus we'd prolly get into an argument about women' rights. Ha! Women's rights! Ain't that a laugh.

You guys know me by now, right? Imma speak my mind no matter what the consequences are.
"This whole show you have us put on is degrading. I would rather kill myself then perform this crap. Hm. Now that I think about it I would rather kill myself more than anything right about now." Shrugged, turned around, and headed to the potty to hide my shame.

I had curled my body up into a ball in the corner of 1 of the stalls.
I heard Ms.Vincench walk in so I pretended to vomit.
(I'm a pretty good faker. I have had a lot of practice trying to get outta stupid crap my ma'd make me do)
She repeatedly asked me if I was alright.
To complete my act, I began to fake cry.
Always works, yes.

When I "washed up" and opened the door to reality.
BOOM! I have no idea what happened, or how I got to the furthest table,
but I was there, bawling. I'm not even sure if it was real or not!
I get so into my roles of the innocent.

Surrounding me is Smoot, Officer Wilkinson, and Lynn. [********]

I was escorted to Room 4 and my parents were called to the scene.
I was still in the chair, silently repeating to the other officers,
"I just wanna go back to class."

"Well it's too late for that, honey."
a*****e

When my parents were let in they began to insult me as usual,
"Your behavior is 1 of a 4-year-old's... I can't believe you... again!?... If they don't send you away, we will..."

s**t like that. But ********' hell. What can I say? I'm used to it.
I asked Wilkinson to send them out, when she refused, I stood up, gathered my belongings, and headed to the door.
I didn't need that s**t.

My dad grabbed me and shoved me backward. I managed to kick my legs up in the air, whacking him right in the groin. Wow. He did not even respond.
He never does! Maybe I have kicked him where-the-sun-don't-shine so many times now it's just permanently numb.
Or maybe he's a woman. Likely.

After that episode, of course my parents were escorted out the room. And i was taken out on a gurney, again.

As I was wheeled out of the room and out to the ambulance I passed Smoot.
"Gee, nothing like the last time. Last time I understand. It was real Not half-assed and desperate. But I guess that's what you get with your staff, no? I mean, I was drunk and bleeding to death. Real."

Yes, I did have time to say that, astonishingly. That was while heading toward the ambulance and getting in. I had time.

These people were nice, unlike the last. All they did was complain.
"I can't believe I had to wake up for this... I can't believe this... I can't believe that."
I was drunk! Having a good time! They damn-well ruined my fun!

At the hospital I really did nothing.
I just sat in a room for 7 hours, but at 1 point I locked myself in a bathroom and called Samantha. She came over as a visitor and we made fun of the homeless man sitting outside the door that he might rape me once she leaves. We also made fun of my a*****e of a doctor. He looked like a ******** *****, I swear!

Samantha was 'round for 3 or 4 hours. Who knew you could have so much fun in a hospital?

Ugh, but once my parents called, Samantha bolted.
After what I've been tellin' her 'bout 'em, I'd run too.

What was abnormal was that my parents just ignored me when I was taken home.
I was just there, in the way.

I expected there would be utter chaos, and of course there was, but I did not expect when.