A/N: we don't have much to say. Read my pretties!!
Claw: Ok, if we owned RENT, then we would have to be dead.
Blondie:ONWARDS!!
About an hour later we had gotten some progress.
"Well, all we need is a poster and some editing on the report and we'll be finished." I noted.
Roger sighed and said "Who cares about the stupid French Revolution?" God, this boy is ignorant.
"Roger, a ton of people care about it. It's a really famous war and important to history."
Roger let out one of his signature Chuckles of Doom. "Dude, who cares? History is the past. Why dwell on the past? Live no day but today. That's my motto. Always live every moment like your last. There is no future and there is no past." (A/N from Claw: WOOT! Way to go Roger! Preach to Marky)
HOLY CRAP! Did that just come Roger? Roger Davis? Something that sort of made sense? Well, whatever, I was going to flame his idea. Yeah, I'm SOOO rebellious. I will not give in to his preaching, for he is EVIL! "That's stupid, because what if your life sucks or your day sucked, then that would be your last moment? That would be lame. Besides, history is important because then we can learn from our mistakes." I said.
"Whatever, man, I have to go." Roger said, and with that he left.
I walked down stairs only to see my mother standing there, staring at me strangely. "Did your friend leave?" she asked hastily.
"He's not my friend and yeah, he left." I answered. Why did she care?
"Good." she said. My eyebrow raised in question. My mother smiled and said seriously "Honey, I went to school with Samuel Davis. Lets just say, he wasn't the nicest of people. Also, Mark, I hear that his son is on drugs and smokes. I don't want you hanging out with that boy, do you understand?" This could be a problem.
"Mom" I began "I don't want to be his friend, however, we have a report for school, so I do have to work with him."
My mother didn't seem happy. "I understand." she said "Although, I don't want you hanging out with him. That boy is an awful influence. I wouldn't want my Marky to become like that."
No, mother, of course you wouldn't want your Mark to become what others call popular.
School. Elective period. (A/N: from Claw: he's allowed to walk around to film things during film elective.)
I walked around, filming the familiar faces, the hallowed halls, and the cold blue lockers.
Why cant school be over yet? I cant wait for a blissful summer, free of work, free of classes, free to film whatever the hell I want. I scampered through the hall.
HOLY SHIT I JUST RELIZLED HOW MUCH I HAVE TO FUCKING PEE!!! MUST GET TO BATHROOM BEFORE I SET MYSELF UP FOR ANOTHER FAILURE!! I began to dart to the bathroom, but the bathroom was too far, therefore I went for the locker room. I opened the door and entered. I realized that that was the worst mistake of my life, for I had walked into naked jock territory, with a camera in hand, still filming.
