David "Gordo" Gordon lay back on a desk in the most secluded class room in
the whole school: AV room. Meeting place of the AV club, of which Gordo was
president. He took one last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in
an ash tray. Larry Touchman sighed and sprayed some air freshener.
"Gordo! Those things are going to kill you! I mean seriously! Do you know
how much tar, nicotine and."
"Larry, spare me the health education class ok! I know the risks!"
"Anyway," Sam Johnson, another AV club member broke in, "The cigarette
smoking man in the "X-Files" kicked total ass!"
"But he died of cancer!" Larry cried out in one final plea of desperation,
"Why do you do it Gordo? And don't say it's because you're bad!"
Gordo leapt up of the table he was sprawled across and glanced around at the people who had been his comrades for the past 3 years. Larry Touchman, Sam Johnson, Terry Reid, Greg "Tag" Tagleari and Rob Comes. "Why? Why not? It's not as if we are some untarnished group of kids anymore. We're not in middle school anymore guys. We aren't the goody- goody, over protected nerds that dwell in the chess club, or the Jocks that throw parties every weekend, or the young offenders who get kicked out each time they get let back in! We are the freaks of the AV club. WE know a lot more about the world outside high school. We are the type of people who in college are the popular crew. I smoke because when I smoke I can feel the mundane and dryness, that each of those people who beat us up each day, will feel when they are serving burgers in Mc Donald's. Nicotine gives me all of that."
"Whatever dude, you're getting cancer. And Tag over there ain't gonna bail you out when he becomes a world famous oncologist!"
"Yeah, buddy smoking kills!"
Gordo sighed and lay back down on the desk. He thought about how in 7 months he would be out of this God-forsaken hole. He thought about how far he'd come in these past few years.
Gordo wasn't the naïve aspiring director he was when he was 14. So much had changed. Physically as well as emotionally. Gordo still wasn't very tall, although he was taller than most of the girls, but unfortunately not most of the jocks who took pleasure in beating the crap out of him. Well, more his friends now. Gordo has started doing kick boxing last year and when Graham Hirsch tried to jump him in the hallway Gordo promptly gave him a sharp left hook.
He still had a mop of dark, unmanageable hair practically hiding his intense brown eyes. David Gordon had become quite a heart throb among the girls at school, but none of them would ever admit it. He was an AV Freak and kind of a burn out. It would be cool to date him in college but in high school.like total social suicide.
Gordo didn't care. All he thought about was getting let loose in some amazing big city like LA, New York or Chicago where he could put his talents to good use. He had it all planed out: First he would graduate, hopefully go to North-western University, study medicine, (to keep his parents happy), while find a part time job at a TV studio to learn the ins and outs of the business. If he failed as director (which he wouldn't) at least he would have something solid to fall back on!
Gordo turned his head to the side so he could see clearly out of the basement class room window. A flash of gold hair followed by "totallys" and "OMIGODS!" told Gordo quite clearly that Kate Saunders and the rest of the air heads were lounging about on the grassy knoll. Miranda mustn't be far away either. Couldn't leave queen Kate now could she? How could one person change so much?
Better question why was he wasting valuable neurons thinking about the future beauty school drop outs of America? Gordo jumped up, kicked over his skate board and took off down the hall way.
"Fine then don't say bye!" Larry yelled after him slamming the door. "That boy has NO manners!"
Gordo leapt up of the table he was sprawled across and glanced around at the people who had been his comrades for the past 3 years. Larry Touchman, Sam Johnson, Terry Reid, Greg "Tag" Tagleari and Rob Comes. "Why? Why not? It's not as if we are some untarnished group of kids anymore. We're not in middle school anymore guys. We aren't the goody- goody, over protected nerds that dwell in the chess club, or the Jocks that throw parties every weekend, or the young offenders who get kicked out each time they get let back in! We are the freaks of the AV club. WE know a lot more about the world outside high school. We are the type of people who in college are the popular crew. I smoke because when I smoke I can feel the mundane and dryness, that each of those people who beat us up each day, will feel when they are serving burgers in Mc Donald's. Nicotine gives me all of that."
"Whatever dude, you're getting cancer. And Tag over there ain't gonna bail you out when he becomes a world famous oncologist!"
"Yeah, buddy smoking kills!"
Gordo sighed and lay back down on the desk. He thought about how in 7 months he would be out of this God-forsaken hole. He thought about how far he'd come in these past few years.
Gordo wasn't the naïve aspiring director he was when he was 14. So much had changed. Physically as well as emotionally. Gordo still wasn't very tall, although he was taller than most of the girls, but unfortunately not most of the jocks who took pleasure in beating the crap out of him. Well, more his friends now. Gordo has started doing kick boxing last year and when Graham Hirsch tried to jump him in the hallway Gordo promptly gave him a sharp left hook.
He still had a mop of dark, unmanageable hair practically hiding his intense brown eyes. David Gordon had become quite a heart throb among the girls at school, but none of them would ever admit it. He was an AV Freak and kind of a burn out. It would be cool to date him in college but in high school.like total social suicide.
Gordo didn't care. All he thought about was getting let loose in some amazing big city like LA, New York or Chicago where he could put his talents to good use. He had it all planed out: First he would graduate, hopefully go to North-western University, study medicine, (to keep his parents happy), while find a part time job at a TV studio to learn the ins and outs of the business. If he failed as director (which he wouldn't) at least he would have something solid to fall back on!
Gordo turned his head to the side so he could see clearly out of the basement class room window. A flash of gold hair followed by "totallys" and "OMIGODS!" told Gordo quite clearly that Kate Saunders and the rest of the air heads were lounging about on the grassy knoll. Miranda mustn't be far away either. Couldn't leave queen Kate now could she? How could one person change so much?
Better question why was he wasting valuable neurons thinking about the future beauty school drop outs of America? Gordo jumped up, kicked over his skate board and took off down the hall way.
"Fine then don't say bye!" Larry yelled after him slamming the door. "That boy has NO manners!"