A Life In Thought Bubbles

(Blah, blah. Not mine. Tell me what you think of it.)

I'm a little unsure. I've got blond hair, blue eyes, and a self-esteem problem, and I'm walking into into a (figurative) lion's den—

sophomore biology. I'd been to this school for 4 months, in freshman year, but then I'd moved away.

Ran away, actually. Left my aunt and uncle's house and traveled back to a city that had nothing for a person like me. All for my mom. She'd been on drugs, naturally, but, with 80 bucks and a 10 year old sister to my name, I'd hopped on a few buses and a couple trolleys and, voila, we were reunited after 8 hours of ass-numbing travel. Lovely, right? And to top off this dipshit parade, I ended up back at my aunt and uncle's house 6 months later after my mom went to jail.

Anyways, that's how I ended up at a semi-new school with three (barely) remembered friends and no redeeming personality traits. The only person that I know here is Sora, my cousin, and he's batshit crazy. And now I'm lost too.

Fuck! Why can't I make it through a single fucking day without doing some dumb ass thing?

All these god-damned doors look the same! Wait! There it is! 308. Halle-fucking-lujah.

Why am I just standing out here? Walk in! Oh, god, that girl's trying to go in too.

There, I opened it. She's walking in and I'm following her.

Why are all these kids looking at me? Don't they have work to do or something like that?

"Can I help you?" Yeah, you can, teacher-of-biology! You can make these kids look at their papers.

"Y-yeah. I'm new." God! Have I always sounded this gay?

There has to be an, as of yet, uncharted level of gay that I just ran across, screaming and singing musical numbers.

"Okay, give me your schedule." Why is Mr. Baldspot looking at me? Did he ask a question?

"Your schedule." He repeats slowly.

"My Schedule?" I repeat.

A girl in the front of the room bursts out with a mad laugh, starting a chain reaction. Fuck you, you fat bitch! My brain screeches at her as I hand that instigating teacher my schedule.

"Okay, find a seat." He walks away from me, back to his desk.

You.

Are.

Such.

A.

Dick.

I turn and face the class. They stare back, a single entity, hell-bent on my destruction.

"Roxas!"

What the fuck? Who the hell knows my name?

Near the back, one of my old friends sits. Alone, might I add.

Redhead, but I can't exactly remember her name. Kimmy? Katy? Kairi! I remember now. Her name is Kairi. I hate that bitch.

"Hey Kairi!" I smile at her.

Now I'm walking past that crazy, giggling bitch who laughed at me. She still has a faint blush from how hard she was laughing. I seriously debate scissor kicking her in the god damn mouth.

I make it to my desk without spilling her blood and sit down. Kairi immediately begins talking to me.

"I haven't seen you in so long! Where've you been?" Her voice is drilling into my fucking left ear.

God.

Damn.

It.

I'm already talking back, smiling and saying all the right things to make her laugh. I can't even multi-task enough to hate her and talk to her.

Fuck!

She's finally stopped talking. It took 30 minutes, but it happened. She's doing some assignment that I finished forever ago. I wonder what Sora's doing right now. Nevermind, thinking about somebody that doesn't spent their spare time killing dreams (i.e. Kairi) is going to end with me longing for the sweet release of death.

My eyes are making a circuit of the room when I spot him. And holy shit do I spot him. Camouflage capris and vest. Who the fuck thinks that's a good idea?

It's a stupid idea, but he's cute.

Maybe it isn't as bad as I thought, he does make it work.

Okay, it's kind of cute on him.

"You think he's cute!"

What the fuck! How does she keep getting so close to me?

Also, the fuck you say? Did she just catch me looking at him? If she finds out, I'll never hear the end of it.

"U-umm."

"You do! You think he's cute!"

Fuck.

"No, I don't." Why do I sound so fucking stupid?

"Yes you do, I can tell!" She's glowing, that's how proud of herself this bitch is.

We both realize something at the same time.

"You never told me you were gay!"

I look at her. I don't speak, because she does enough for the both of us. Almost loud enough to break my train of thought, with her "aww!" and "I always thought so!" She's the kind of girl who uses all the exclamation points and doesn't save any for anybody else. Selfish whore.

The bell rings and I grab my things, stopping just long enough to punch that shouting bitch in the face.

"Hey, come on Roxy." She says, as she turns to the door.

I break out of my (oh so happy) daydream long enough to marvel at the sheer amount of balls required to call me Roxy. Before I can rip out her fucking trachea with my bare fucking hands, the boy with the camo pants walks past. His eyes land on me and he does something that I believe less than those fat asses on TV believe that it isn't butter. He moves his eyes in a way that could almost, in low lighting, be mistaken as 'checking me out.'

Instead of acting like a cool collected individual, I stare at him like he was wearing a sign that said "Hey, why don't you 'covertly' look at me", and end up looking like a complete fool in front of your total bitch friend."

I turned to Kairi. Her face was about to begin paroxysms of schadenfreude.

Fuck.

My.

Life.