Chapter 6: School

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That night I finished Big Mouth, and was slumped as hell. The next day was Monday and you know what that means. Time to go to school! I can't wait. We love our forced education that won't prepare us for the "Real World." The fuck does that even mean? Is the world that we live in before you graduate not real? Are we living in a simulation? Is there no consequence to our fake actions in this fake world? I learned the answer to that. We all in the live the "Real World." There's no preparing for it; you have to deal with what it throws at you. School can't teach you self defense, nor prepare you for a serial killer. Desk can't stop a bullet or protect you from a tornado. One thing school can teach you is problem solving, I can't that the accomplishment away from them.

      I woke up at 5:30 am on October 2nd 2017. Yeah fuck that; I hate waking up. It legit takes any motivation I have and kills it. I usually take a shower at night so I'm the morning all I do is: Brush my hair, brush my teeth, Put deodorant on, and get dressed. Then I leave to the house. I wait outside my complex for Jen, or she'll wait for me. That day we met up at the same time. When we walked to the bus stop we would talk about our dreams. Good thing I write a dream journal so I'll read the entry of October 2nd 2017.

      "10/2/17
      I forgot. Something about a crow and
      an apple."

      Why am I not surprised. I never remembered my dreams. It was more of Jen's thing, but I played along with her. When we got to the bus stop we would talk about random shit, it's never the same, like the dreams. The conversation stems from Jen's dreams for the most part though. Once the bus got there I would have to fight for a seat with no one sitting there before someone could take it. I think after the first week of doing that people gave up on trying, because I ALWAYS got a seat for Jen and I. It wants never the same seat but it's still a seat. On the bus ride me and Jen would do random shit as well, sometimes it would be Netflix, or YouTube. Other times we would continue our conversation or one of us might sleep. Just being with Jen was comfortable. Like I could do anything while sitting with her and won't get judged or be embarrassed about it. We would get to school around 6:50 am. The bus driver wouldn't let us out till 7 am, and school started at 7:35 am.

      Once Jen and I got out the bus, we would walk to the Cafeteria. The Pack sits at the table in the back right next to the exit, just Incase the school gets shot up. Link was always there first siting by himself; he usually did his intensive reading homework. Yes he's the only one In the pack that has trouble with reading English Literature, but can you blame him? Link gets to school really early, he lives right across the street and he usually wakes up early so he just goes to school and does his homework. The rest of us take the bus. Then Jen and I show up exactly 7:04 am. And of course Jen helps Link with his homework, things never changed when it came to that. I would usually listen to music and jam man. What type of music do I listen to? If you guessed musical soundtracks then you're right. IT. IS. MY. SHIT. Shortly after Ben would show up and talk about a movie he watched the previous night. Link would get distracted by this and blame it on his ADHD. Tell me why if some one has ADHD that always blame it on that for Fucking up or being mad annoying. Lastly 5 minute before the bell rings Dick shows up; this dude is always late man. He blames it on his bus driver, not ADHD. Dick would say "My black ass bus driver is always late and is pushing that stereotype on me!" Before the Bell rang the intercom came on the and Principle Campbell made an announcement about the school being on lock down because of Lane's Death, John went to a different high school starting Junior year.

      The first bell went off. We all have different 1st periods. Jen had Food Prep, she's wife material man. Link had Intensive Reading. Ben had Web Film Academy, he's fucking nerd dude. Dick had Web Design. And I had Piano class, and since I'm a talented as hell with any music related I was granted the Grand piano, everyone else gets broken as keyboards. Nothing really happened that period I'd just played the piano.

      Second period was with Ben. I don't remember everyone else's periods after first to be completely honest, and I'm not gonna make up shit so you'll just gonna have to manage. We had Art together. Remember we had to get a partner and draw a portrait of them, and Ben and I were partners. But we couldn't show each other until we were done. Let's just say both portraits were ugly as hell. And not because we were bad at drawing, but we did it on purpose just to mess with each other. I don't know what happened to any of the portraits.

      Third period was AP Language. I had it with Jen and Dickie, yeah I don't remember any thing I was supposed to learn in that class. I remember we were reading some book about talking farm animals, it was mad dumb. Like the pigs were like Fidel Castro, Hitler, Joseph Stalin, and Kim Jong-un combined. And every other animal was like the pigs slaves. And the kills off animals that didn't openly agree to the pigs ideas. It's so dumb. I don't understand how I passed that class.

      Fourth period was U.S. History. Had that class by myself. Fifth period was Physics with Jen. And guess what we did.. we flew the Rocket that me and Jen made Saturday. We had to go outside in this grassy field right in front of the basketball courts. I think they have soccer practice out there. We went last so the whole time we were laughing at people who fucked up their rockets and hoping to god our rocket didn't fuck up. When it was our turn, we put our rocket on this weird tube thing, the teacher did something and to make it fly into the air. It soared into the sky man! And then a bird flew into it. Both the bird and the rocket fell on the ground man. Fuck that dumbass bird. Why was the shit even flying so low? I don't understand.

      Sixth period was lunch! I would always look forward to this period. A period where the Pack sit at the same table that we sat at in the morning. Eating food, goofing off.
That day we all played uno. You already know I won... zero times. I suck at table top games man. Link thought it was a math game because of the numbers. Did they not have uno in China? I don't understand how he could gets confused about things like this so easily. Ben and Jen usually are the ones that won in games like uno and Go Fish. For the longest time I thought that game was called "gold fish." And when ever someone asked me if I had a number and I didn't I would say "gold fish." AND NO ONE EVEN TRIED TO TELL ME I WAS SAYING IT WRONG. FOR 15 YEARS TO BE EXACT! I don't normally eat lunch at school. Neither  Ben and Link bring their own lunch. Ben would bring a sandwich, Gummies, Chips, and water. Link would bring some Chinese food that I don't know the name of.  Dick and Jen would get free lunch from school. Something about school always killed my appetite.

      After lunch we only had 2 periods. Seventh period was a Florida Virtual School (FLVS) placement holder. I have a few complaints about FLVS, first in my county it was required to take and pass one online class to graduate. I GO TO PUBLIC SCHOOL FOR A REASON! I DON'T WANNA DO THIS FUCK SHIT! Secondly I'm a chronic procrastinator. FLVS is supposed to be easy. But since I'm not forced to log on and do the work like I'm forced to go to school to prepare for the "Real World" I won't do it. I'll do like 3 assignments a week until I just stop completely stop completely. I never finished one FLVS. "How will you graduate!?!" You May ask. Well there is a program that anyone that past all their benchmark can sign up for. Basically it drops the 24 credit requirement to 18 credits, Removed the Hope requirement, and drops the FLVS requirement. You know damn well I snatched that shit.

      Lastly there was Eight period. I have that class with Link and Ben. And a shitty math teacher. Mrs. "Bitchy" Andrew.

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