im●pres●sion noun
1. strong effect on the mind or feelings
2. vague awareness
3. mark produced by procedure
PART ONE:
impression
1- "she's got problems"
My freshman year started out pretty damn interesting. Geoff and I pulled a prank on the principle involving pudding and a hammer. You have fun visualizing that.
Anyway, it was the first day and I was dirt tired. I had been up all night getting high with some buds and could barely keep my eyes open.
Gwen, my other best friend, tapped my shoulder and whispered, "That girl is staring at you."
Gwen always pointed out when girls stared at me. Geoff once told me that she has a little crush on me, not that I gave a shit. She didn't have any tits and I didn't even wanna think about Gwen in that way, it just wasn't possible.
I looked to where she was pointing, and yeah, the mixed girl with freckles was staring right at me.
"She's got problems." Gwen whispered.
I grunted. Other than the staring, she seemed normal enough. Long brown hair that ran to about the middle of her back. Dark brown eyes that were almost black. A school uniform. A large, expensive looking camera hanging around her neck.
"I don't mind her." I didn't. She wasn't a pussy, obviously. Unlike other girls, when I looked at her, she didn't stop staring. She also wasn't staring at me in adoration, but in contempt. An anger of some sort.
I understood her completely. I was pissed at most everything too.
