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It was a sunny day, but inside Mike is was raining. As he walked into school, he scowled at all the bitches and whores, and when they smiled at him, he flipped the bird at them. Mike stomped his foot in anger as Trike sneezed on the lobby floor. They stood in the middle of the lobby, listening to the best band ever, Linkin Park, surrounded by people who just didn't understand them. Trike was an orphan, abandoned after the Great Klownpocolypse of 1852. He was raised in a human orphanage, therefore got along with humans and didn't want to eat them like the other Klowns did, however he still felt bitter pain from those around him.
"Hi" said Trike.
"God-fucking-dammit, Trike!" said Mike, who then prowled into class, like a leopard on the hunt for fresh meat. But in this case, the meat was the sweet embrace of death. Trike followed him, and they sat at the back, away from everyone else. It was the start of the new school year, and neither of the misunderstood loners were ready for what would happen in the current year ahead. The shrill sound of the bell pierced through the air, but it wasn't as sharp as the many earrings which pierced through Mike's ears. The teacher, Ms. Rodgers, entered. She was a massive stuck up bitch, but she taught math well, so Mike liked her. Math was Mike's favourite subject – a sweet relief from the pain of daily life – because it worked in rules, and was easy to understand, unlike society.
"Hey class" Ms. Rodgers chirped. "We have a new student!" Trike rolled his klownish eyes. Mike hissed. Ms. Rodgers beckoned, and into the classroom swaggered the most perfect being in the universe. Wheat gold hair, hazel eyes that reminded you of an endless sweet river of chocolate, and a body that looked like it was sculpted from marble by the greatest Renaissance artists.
"Introduce yourself, hun." Commanded Ms. Rodgers. The new boy winked at the class, and it was like stars lighting up the night sky.
"Hey y'all. My name is Dave Hanson, but you can call me Dave Handsome!" All the bitches giggled, like the floozies they were. Mike instinctively blushed, but instantly felt disgusted with himself. He wasn't like the sluts, and didn't swoon at the first sight of a pretty boy. But boy, was he pretty! Mike was gay. Trike didn't have a sexual preference, because he was a Klown, but Trike also understood and supported Mike's homosexuality.
Dave took a seat at the front of the class, next to the biggest bitch in school, Debbie Stone, who was the lead cheerleader. For the rest of math class, Mike just couldn't concentrate, as his eyes kept shifting back to the golden field that was Dave's hair. Finally, class ended, and Mike and Trike quickly evacuated the classroom, but before Mike could exit the doorway, Ms. Rodgers called to him.
"Wait, Mike!" She called. "Stay here, I must talk to you." So, reluctantly, Mike did. Trike said he would be waiting by the dumpster in the "usual spot". Unusually, Dave also was staying behind. Mike wondered: What the Hell could be going on?