Chapter 2- Good and Bad Habits
Damn teach. Damn class. Damn school. I don't wanna sit an write about good and bad habits; I wanna kick Race's ass. He keeps being a huge ass jerk. Thinks he's so much better than everybody but nobody really likes him. They just use him cause sometimes the shit that comes otta his mouth is almost smart and witty. Only sometimes though. Most of the time its arrogant stuff. He's so self centered. Why do people care about him and nobody give a shit about me? All he does is accuse me of stuff. Like that cigar was mine! It was a total case of finders keepers and he had to be bitter. And Blink didn't have to butt it. I coulda taken him any day. I woulda taken him and kicked his sorry ass back to Italy.
For cryin' out loud, what the hell is a good habit? Well, if its kinda like a good thing about me, I'm just as smart as these bums in my class even though I'm three years younger. Um...I'm damn sexy. My gram says I'm special but I dunno what that means.
Mush keeps givin' Blink these funny looks. I bet they're plotting something against me, like they always are. I swear if they fill my locker with shaving creme again, I'll...
For bad habits, my psychiatrist says that I have anger issues which cause me to become paranoid, which is a load of bullshit. She says that one of these days, that if I don't lighten up, I'll crack and kill everybody around me. I thought it sounded fun at the time but I don't think I could do it. At least not to Mush. Out of the two, Blink is definitely the evil twin. Mush is just...Mush. Everybody loves Mush. Damn, I wish that was me. Maybe I'll ask him for a few pointers some times.
Wait...did Mush just blush? I hope he's not thinkin' 'bout the teach. She's kinda scary. (Yeah, I know you're reading this, so bite me.) I mean, why can't teachers be attractive? Then maybe I'd pay attention rather than ignoring everything she says.
Back to bad habits, I smoke...a lot. I mean, who doesn't? I like cigars better than cigarettes cause you can chew on them. Its just kinda a stress reliever. If gram let me smoke, then I don't think I'd be as pissed quite as often. Rather than chewing cigars, I have to chew pen caps. They don't taste nearly as good. I mean, who wants to chew plastic? I might as well go chew Blink's shoelaces.
Finally! No more writing for Snipe. At least not for today.
