12:45. Lunch is half over and the day is already a testament to how much I hate this school and this town. First, Mom gets on my case for leaving a pile of dirty clothes (which totally passed the smell test) two feet in front of my bedroom door. Then, Principal Woodley rides my ssa for parking my truck in the handicap parking space, even though we don’t have any handicap students or staff in this miniscule excuse for a high school.
I drop my Mountain Dew in the trash and stroll to the nearest bathroom, where I find Chuckey Campbell and Mitch Thynes, the school stoners, and two other guys standing in a circle near the sinks, sharing something that definitely isn’t locker room talk. Not caring enough to excuse myself from their little fiesta,
I drop my Mountain Dew in the trash and stroll to the nearest bathroom, where I find Chuckey Campbell and Mitch Thynes, the school stoners, and two other guys standing in a circle near the sinks, sharing something that definitely isn’t locker room talk. Not caring enough to excuse myself from their little fiesta,