I am so bored. I hate school. I hate these teachers.
I'm smarter than they are. Sure they might know stuff from books
that I don't know, but it's all useless information anyway.
I also hate these retards in my class. I've been going to school
with the same people since kindergarten and I hate them all. Well,
not everyone. Goku and Radditz I've known since before school.
It was kind of hard not to when they're house was right behind mine and
we're all about the same age.
But anyway, here I am at school and it sucks. I have one year
to go. The good thing is that I only have about 3 classes to pass
to graduate. The bad thing is, I still have to sit here for eight
hours every single day. Unless I cut class, which I have a habit
of doing. I mean, I guess I could go to study hall but I always get
yelled at for sleeping. And it's not like I'm actually going to study.
The very thought is almost enough to make me laugh.
No way, homework is for nerds. I don't need to do that crap to
pass. And I don't study either. I'm often surprised when I
pass tests because I'm not well known for "attentiveness" in class.
Well, whatever, if I can pass by doing nothing that's perfectly fine with
me.
Finally the bell rang and I can get the fuck out of this shit hole.
I go to my locker and throw all my crap inside. I pull out the detention
slip I got today for "swearing in class" and stick it to the inside of
my locker with the piece of gum I've been chewing for the past two hours.
On the way down the hall I see someone I haven't seen before, and believe
me, that is a difficult feat. My class is the largest with a whopping
86 students so you can guess how small my school is. Which really
sucks because if you do something stupid, by the end of the day, EVERYONE
knows about it.
But anyway, I see this guy with long skanky hair. And he is as
thin as a stick and taller then me. I am instantly disgusted.
And he sees me and I know he can tell that he disgusts me. But he
says nothing because I'm sure he can tell that I would kick his scrawny
ass. A girl who is speaking with him, Kelly I think her name is,
sees me and calls my name. I smile obligingly and head over enjoying
the tall loser's discomfort. I purposefully bump into him and again
he does nothing. What a pussy. I talk to this stupid girl and
agree to hang out with her because I know I can get some, and she is pretty,
just loud and annoying. And then she introduces me to the stick boy.
"Vegeta this is Tom." I grin.
"Poor old Tom." I say. But instead of the desired reaction I
hear:
"You like GWAR?" I nod not wanting to speak to him. "Cool." He
murmurs.
"Fuck you, faggot." I reply. His face contorts from disbelief
to anger in a second and he says,
"Fuck you, bitch."
"Shit." Kelly says and tries to grab me. I roll my eyes before
my fist smashes into his jaw. He is thrown back into the lockers
and before he can get to his feet I bring my foot down repeatedly on his
greasy head, stomping him to the floor and laughing the whole time.
Then Mr. Rendulf, the football coach, grabs me and pulls me back.
"Stop it! Damn it, why can you play football and use this energy
instead of wasting it? GO TO THE OFFICE!" I stomp down the hallway,
not really angry at all, but it gets everyone out of my way. Besides,
I have all year to beat up on that scrawny punk ass. Instead of going
to the office I walk out the door and head home.
God, I hate school.