The school was a large three story building. Big and beautiful on the outside but rotten and filthy on the inside. half the teachers were perverts who would look down your shirt while 'helping' you, but they gave a good performance for the parents.
the cheerleaders were outside practicing their cheer. skinny ditzes in miniskirts and padded bras. Stick figures with poofy lips, you weren't one of them you were the dirt on their shoes. I can't understand how or why the have friends. i remember when their head ditz had her birthday, posters and banners all over the school, they even bought her helium balloons and a tiara. I hate them, and i don't even try to learn their names. i have given a few nicknames like 'Cleavage' or 'legs'.
Mitch and I walked right past not sparing a glance for their over pink performance.
Heading strait for class, the two of us showing a certain finger to a few people, but we didn't say anything. when we got to the class room i sat down and pulled out my binder. i had Current Events, worst subject ever. like i care about plitics on the other side of the world. i'm not asian and i dont plan to be. resting my head in my hands i stared at the white board and started to drift into a daydream.
black wings on the sky, casting an ominous shadow on the world below. people see and think it's just a bird, but one unlucky person will learn just how wrong that assumption is. the fourteen foot wing span pounds the air sending him higher into the air and into the mist. no one can see the lingering peril now. the gods hawk like eyes the ground. suddenly he tucks in his wings and dive bombs the crowd below. a teenage girl in a small skirt and a $40 dollar white frilly shirt has been targeted. the perfect blue eyes flick to the sky in horror at the impending doom. the poofy red lips split and a piercing scream echoes around the streets. heads turn and the rats begin to scurry for cover but they are no match for the gods speed and power. he grabs the girl and soars upward.
the girl screams and loud pops are heard as her arms are ripped from their sockets. he carries her to the top of a building and throws her down, she is sobbing in fear and he---
I was suddenly ripped from the daydream by Mr. Makwits entering the Room and calling for silence from the thirty or so people now in the room. he began to ramble on some problems with the chinese and tibet. i didn't really pay attention.
Mitch was once again doodling on my pants in sharpy. he would write poems and draw smily faces, pandas, things like that. i just watched him boredly waiting for class to get out.
they had come up with a fresh new way to fry our brains, instead of the 45 minute 7 class scedual it was now 3 or 4 hour and a half classes, and different every day. trust me an hour and a half of Algebra II isn't fun.
(right I forgot to say last time ~ahem~ PLEASE COMMENT DX)
