Fun times... well my friends, it's time to take it to the home life. And it's about to get freaky(er)...
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Part Ten
I stood there, in the bathroom, in shock, thinking over what had just happened. Marco Del Rossi had just kissed me.
~ Oh My God! ~ Then it hit me.
~ Crap! I am become like one of them. Got to stop. He probably didn't mean it. Gavin Mason probably put him up to it. Oh. Speaking of Spinner, what the hell am I going to do? I can't just let him continue to beat me up. That would be weak. Ah, and what is my brother going to say when he sees me like this? Hopefully he will be stoned or drunk or both by the time I get home. That is, if I get home. If some teacher spots me in this condition, I will be questioned and most likely rat out on them, the psychotic bastards. And that would be bad... ~
All of these thoughts were racing through my mind. I finally decide that first thing first, I was going to get out of school. I left the bathroom and made my way through the halls. I was almost near the main doors when I heard someone yell, "Hey! What are you doing out of class?!"
I looked back. It was Mr. Simpson.
~Shit~ I started to run. Despite the fact that I had this guy by the balls, he could still question why I was beaten up. He could interfere. So I ran.
I looked back. He was running after me. I reached a side entrance. I burst through the doors, scaring the pigeons perched around. As they flew into the air, I continued to run. There is about a one hundred-yard field before you reach the fence that shows the school's property limits. I sprint it. I look back again. Mr. Simpson has stopped at the doors. He is just watching me run. I look forward.
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My house is in a secluded foresty area. It is about two miles away from the school. I have walked to school and back every day since grade three. If anyone knows those forests, it is me. I know all of the high areas to walk when it is raining so I don't slog through the mud. I knew where to go to stay in the shade the entire walk. I knew routes that drastically shorten the time. I goddamn know that forest.
So I wasn't surprised when I got home twenty-five minutes after I had first entered the forest.
~ Shit ~
My brother's annual Friday Night Party had started early. I checked my watch. It was only 1530.
~ Do these people have no decency? ~
My brother Corbin's parties usually start out bad and get worse. They aren't really parties either. He and his friends just sit around, get drunk or high or both, and invite the occasional stranger or fifty. The cars were already filling up the entire driveway and it was broad daylight out.
~ This is going to be a bad one, I can feel it. ~ I expected at least two arrests by Sunday night. ~ Shit. Once again, I am glad we don't have any neighbors for miles around. ~
Emerging out of the shadows, I decide to go in. The moment I entered I was hit by the smells of various drugs and alcohol. My ears were bombarded with Zeromancer's 'Need You like a Drug'.
I saw couples dancing, men and women, women and women, men and men, whatever. I saw strange people grabbing at even stranger people's asses or breasts. People were vomiting; breaking things, and running in the nude -or close to it - everywhere.
In other words, it was Friday night and I was home.
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Blah!!! Attack of the Mindless Plot Bunny! [They have rabies and are purple and often spit up used tires.] No sense now. That is what I'm aiming for.