AHHH!!! Ok, it's going to be random chapter length. However it turns out, it will be posted like that... I won't try to stretch anything out to the point of complete boredom!

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Part Two

I looked at the clock. Three-thirty. It was the last class of the day. Craig would probably go over to that ass-whore Sean's house next, damn him.

Sean, the little fuck up, the little orphaned alcoholic, was trying to keep Craig away from me again. What I would give for just ten minutes alone with that ass Sean, I would fuck him up so bad. Or better yet, I'd like ten minutes with Craig. I would just plain fuck him instead. That lovely Craig...

~ Crap ~ that bitch Kwan is staring at me again. We are supposed to be reading something in the text. ~ Page I don't give a crap in section piss off skank. ~ Kwan was suspicious of every goddamn thing I did. ~ Bet she thinks she should get teacher-of-the-year award. More like worst teacher... ~

She was almost as nosy as Emma was. Except Emma was worse, because she had this really weird sounding, whinny voice that always got on my nerves. It had this tone to it, like she thought she was high and mighty. Everyone bow down to her. Queen Emma. The day I knelt down to Emma was the day I would hara-kiri.

I am scribbling on my desk. No pictures, just lines. In pen. I am a rebel. The bell rings. School is over. Jump for joy. Or not.

I go to my locker to put some stuff away. It is right next to that bitch Emma's. She and her friend Manny the whore are always jabbering on about useless crap. Today it was fashion of the celebrities. How shallow can you get?

I jam a few books into my locker. I do not bother taking out a coat because I am already wearing one. It is a Columbia, black, two sizes too big. It is of the highest quality. I never take it off at school.

This may have gotten me a reputation as some sort of "freak", a "jacketfreak" if you will. The hell if I care what that Paige bitch and her so-called friends think. Craig wouldn't care if he actually saw me. I just know it.

Besides, it is good for "hiding" things with. Nobody notices that your coat is slightly more bulky then it should be. This is really good because I can take my knife around with me. It is named after Craig. A lot of my things are named after Craig: notebooks, lamps, emotions...

Emma and Manny left. ~ Good ~ I start searching around in the bottom of my paper-filled locker for an old Media Immersion's assignment.

It was due a week ago. I still hadn't started it. The ways things were going, I probably wouldn't ever do it. ~ Screw it ~ I nearly close my locker, but something stops me.

With a sigh, I continued to look. ~ No, not screw it. I haven't turned anything in for a long time... I have to get that C, stay average ~ Finally, after going through the bleedin' locker twice, I found it. The paper had been hidden under my monstrous Biology book.

Quickly scanning over a few of the question, I nearly laughed. ~ How many megabytes are in a kilobyte? Stupid gay-ass trick question... Simpson thinks he is so hip, so cool, what a loser... ~ I shoved the already crinkled paper into my coat pocket.

I caught my foot on the locker door and slammed it shut. ~ Respect the school's property, my ass... ~ I looked down and saw I had made another mark on the door. ~ Good ~ I kicked the stupid thing once more for good measure, then started to head for the exit.

I approached the band room. ~ Probably should take my trombone home and practice a bit, concert coming up and all. ~ I passed the band room. ~ Too bad... ~

Looking over to Craig's locker, I saw he and the bitch were talking once again. One of these days I would just like to show her that life is not all bundles of joy.

Craig laughed. Emma laughed. I became jealous.