Epilogue
School. As in actual people my age. That I'm being forced, not only to spend 8 painstakingly slow hours of my life there, but to actually socialize with people I don't know. Sure, I know we don't know anyone at first, but I don't want to know these people. I'd rather spend the day playing video games with Dave, or with Marty and Todd at Atomic Comics. Hell, a day with Katie would be better than this. Fuck, I've really reached the bottom of the barrel haven't I?
But it's part of the plan Marcus has set out for me. The whole "be normal and shit/try not to bash anyone's brains in." Try being the key word. Oh, and I should probably explain this writing thing. It's also part of the plan. Marcus says I need to "stop keeping my emotions bottled up."
I don't. I just get rid of my emotions on whatever pedophile/cocksucker comes my way. Sure, it's not Marcus-and-other-authority-figures-approved yet, but it's sure as Hell effective. And creative, that's always a plus.
Well, back to the reason I even started writing in this...whatever. School.
So without further ado, Mindy Mccready's first day in 6th grade.(Or any grade for that matter)
I hope you enjoy, because I certainly didn't.
AN/ I really don't know where I'm going with this. I have some general direction, but suggestions always help! Should I continue?