I wanted to write, so I wrote. This is kinda like a filler chapter, but it has some useful information about the story, so READ IT ANYWAY.
White. To much white. For a second, Kenny thought he was in Heaven, and just as he was about to start celebrating, he realized it was his sheet covering his head.
Groaning, he sat in bed and un-plugged his screaming alarm clock. He felt like he had gotten hit by a truck. (No pun intended.) He had forgotten how energy draining coming back to life was.
He reached up and touched the back of his head where it had split the day before. Nothing. He smiled faintly. There were some good things that came with coming back to life. No scars. When his dad had started hitting him, he would kill himself afterward, just so he wouldn't have to explain the bruises the next day.
We're thoughtful this morning, aren't we?
You again!
You want me to leave? Kenny, I'm hurt.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
Fine! Be that way!
He really hated his subconscious sometimes. It was the horny, loud, annoying, obnoxious side of himself that he listened to more than he should have. It was like a little Cartman living in his head.
Dragging himself out of bed, he began going though the pile of clothes that had collected on the floor, trying to find something relatively clean to wear. Black jeans, a white t-shirt, and his old, falling apart Converse he had had since he was 15, was the best he could do.
He grabbed his hoodie off the back of his computer chair, yanked the front door open and made his way downstairs. One of girls that lived under him, Vicky, was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey, Kenny." She sounded drunk, or high, or maybe both, he couldn't tell.
"Hey." He slowed down but didn't stop, because he knew what would happen if he did.
"Me and Christy are gettin' kinda lonely, why don't you come over and we can have a little fun?" She ran her hand up and down his arm, and he suddenly got the urge to puke. He so didn't need to be hit on this early in the morning.
"Why don't you ask me later?"
"'Kay…" She wandered off, back to her apartment.
He started walking to school, lighting a cigarette as he went.
What to do about Allie. She obviously hated his guts, so he guessed he would just have to find out why. Or, he could just walk up to her and shove his tongue in her mouth. It had worked before.
I like the second idea.
Yeah, because you're the one who made me think of it.
Hey, hey! It got us into Kelly's pants, didn't it? Personally, I think it was the piercing. That was like the icing on the cake.
That was two years ago! I have much better tactics now, asshole. And by the way, please remind me to ignore you the next time you have a brilliant idea that involves newly pierced body parts. It hurt like hell!
I just give you the ideas; you don't have to do what I tell you.
Yeah, right…
He had just past the sign that said 'Welcome to Park High School'
Might as well say 'Welcome to Hell', and just get it out in the open.
Park High School. It was basically day care for all the 14 to 18-year-old kids in North, South, East, and West Parks. Total and complete chaos.
At least he was almost out.
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