Wednesday, 8 October 2008
09:19:39 PM (GMT)
Hate. That was all I was thinking about. When sitting at my desk at school, that’s
all I can think about. The only thing I wanted to do, was burn the school straight to
the ground. Although, there was no way I could even attempt that. I was tapping my
pencil against the surface of my desk, when my friend – Matt - took it from me,
snapped it in half, and gave it back to me.
“Now, was that necessary?” I asked.
“Completely.” Matt replied. I narrowed my eyes at him. I took his pencil and
snapped it in half twice, leaving it in four small pieces.
“Must you take your anger out on my possessions?” Matt asked.
“What else am I supposed to take it out on?” I asked in return.
“Take it out on Brian’s possessions.” He replied. I smiled mischievously.
“Gladly.” I said. I turned to face Brian – who was doodling something in his
“Watcha doin’?” I asked him.
“Drawing.” Brian replied showing his notebook, in which he had –very badly -
drawn what looked a bit like a peanut.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s a skull, stupid.” He replied.
“But it looks like a peanut.” I said.
“No it doesn’t.” Brian frowned.
“Yeah it does. You just don’t want to admit it because you’re the one who drew
“Touché.” He turned back to his notebook.
“Matt told me to take my anger out on your possessions.” I told him.
“Did he?” Brian asked. I nodded. “Then, what are you gonna do to my
I took his pencil, and poked his hand with it. Hard.
“Ow! Why’d you do that? You said you’d take your anger out on my possessions!
Not me!” He said rubbing the spot on his hand that I had poked.
“I did.” I held up the now broken pencil.
“But did you have to poke my hand to accomplish that?” Brian asked.
“Of course.” I replied.
“Go bother Zacky.” Brian turned back to his drawing. I smiled, and turned
backwards to face my other friend – Zacky.
“Hi-“ I began, but Zacky interrupted me.
“You messed with Matt, so he told you to mess with Brian, and then he told you to
mess with me. It’s always the same story. Feel free to leave me alone.”
“You suck.” I frowned.
“True. Of course, you suck ten times more than I do.” Zacky smirked. I stuck my
tongue out at him. “Now stop talking, or we’ll both get detention.”
“I’m used to it.” I shrugged. I got detention just about everyday. I was a bad
little puppy. The people in our school called me ‘The Defect of the Town’.
“Mr. Sullivan, do I need to give you another detention?” Our teacher – Mrs.
Housakos asked me.
“Sure.” I replied. “Like I care.”
“30 minutes after school, James.” She looked at me sternly.
“Hey.” I said. “Don’t call me James. EVER.”
“Alright, 1 hour detention.”
“Yipee. Don’t I feel special?” I said sarcastically.
When class was over, I quickly ran out of the room, and towards the lunchroom as fast
as possible (which isn’t actually that fast). As soon as I got into the lunchroom,
I spotted Matt, Brian, and Zacky sitting at the table where we usually sat: Way in
“OMG! Like, Hi, you guys!” I said trying to sound like a prep. Coincidentally,
one of the preps at another table stared at me with a flirtatious smile. I looked at
her, then back at the guys.
“Are you seein’ what I’m seein’?” I asked them.
“Yeah.” Matt replied. “I think... She’s staring at... Ew...”
“What...?” I looked down to what she was staring at. ‘Crap’
Everyone was laughing. And my pants, were on the floor. ‘Why does this stuff always
happen to me?! WHY ME?!?!’
(Note: Haha. ALREADY something happens.)
I narrowed my eyes at Zacky.
“What?” He asked.
“I blame you for this.” I said.
“Cause this is just bad karma! Remember when your pants fell when we were at your
house, and I was laughing my ass off?” I asked.
“Oh... Yeah, but why is that my fault?” Zacky looked confused.
“Aw, forget it!” I snapped, pulling up my pants, then running out of the
‘My life frickin’ sucks!’ I thought. ‘Oh wow, I’m gonna pay for saying that
later...’ I’m a very superstitious person. I believe in bad luck, karma, and
Anyway, there’s no way I’d ever live that down. I mean, sure, my pants just fell
down. Not big deal, right?
Wrong. The kids at this school are aggressive. If you do one thing wrong, your life
spirals downwards. You’d be made fun of for the rest of your life.
I ran into the boys bathroom as soon as I saw it, and sat down on top of one of the
“Stupid pants... And zippers... My stupid brain can’t remember to zip my stupid
pants...” I mumbled to myself.