Yay, chapter 2 is up. I think I had the most fun writing this fiction, because it's always interesting thinking up things about Johnny that no one else really knows. And besides, haven't you always wanted to see what he would do in High School??? I'll bet you have.

Anyway, R&R.and I STILL don't own anything!! Go out there into the cruel world and buy a JtHM comic! Give Jhonen your souls and your money! Muah!





James Madison High School was crowded every morning.

Cheerleaders, jocks, punks, every species of high schooler were now walking to their lockers, or just running through the halls, trying to catch up to their stupid friends like the idiots they were.

Admist the talking and laughter, a boy stood at his locker. He looked much different from most of the students, and it was apparent he was a loner and he liked it that way. He brushed back a few strands of blue hair from his face, then frowned and watched in a sort of obvious disgust as the other teenagers did what they usually do every morning. Mainly the jocks. Today was what the older, more proffesional Assholes called 'Freshman Friday', where they would torture the younger freshmens, and rip out every shred of dignity they could possibly get their hands on. Just now a sort of nerdy looking boy was being dragged down the halls by two other boys, who were laughing and sniggering towards the bathroom.

Johnny sighed and took out his books, turning and walking to his first class. This was hell, but if he wanted to go anywhere in life.not that he was sure he wanted to. Just as he was about to enter the classroom, two of the star football players stood in the doorway, laughing and flirting with their girlfriends. Johnny stopped, his voice quiet. "Excuse me."

The two older sophomores slowly turned and stared at him. "What do you want, freak?"

Johnny's fists clenched onto his books, nearly ripping into the cover. "Quite frankly, your in the doorway, and class is about to start."

The first one grinned and grabbed him by his shirt, then turned and dragged Johnny to the bathroom. "Say hello to Mr. Swirly, freak." He shoved him in a stall, but before he could do anything, Johnny kicked him hard in the stomach and pulled out a knife with a sad face on the hilt. The boy's eyes widened in shock as Johnny slammed him against a wall, and with a sadistic smile on his face, cut his tounge out and calmly dropped it into the toilet. The boy made a squealing noise in his throat, watching the blood stain the water with red. But it wasn't over yet, by far. With that, Nny shoved the boy's head in the toilet, holding it there and flushing it repeatedly. When his body stopped jerking, he turned and left the stall, wiping the blood off his knife and walking out of the bathroom.

People lining the halls stared at the blood covering his clothes, but they didn't dare say anything as he opened the door and walked out of the school.