I wandered around the hallways, unsure what to make of the situation. I knew I hated it, and just wanted to find someone that was still semi-sane. Even my friends, the cocky jocks, were still cocky but started crying at any mention of Jimmy Brooks. It was crap, we all hated him. I mean sure, I feel sorry that it happened to him, but I'm not going to cry and sniffle for attention.
I bumped into someone. Oh joy the bitch of the month. She glares, and I smirk.
"What? See something you like?"
"No." She answered sullenly, as I try to remember the name of her boyfriend as a clever retort.
"Then what are you looking at?"
"I'm not really sure. Could be a guy; Could be a girl. Could even be a queer."
Wow, I hadn't expect that. It was interesting that when everyone was crying she was still spewing out hateful comments. I liked it. "Oh, my heart just bleeds from your comments."
"If only." And then she's gone. Probably off to her gang of Ghetto gangsters. Didn't one of them kill the boy that shot Brooks? I feel the outer corners of my mouth form into a smirk. I could use that one later.
I hear one of my former friends- oh, I said former as in 'no more'- call my name. Christ, it sounds like somebody was gay. If you can't even say Sully without lisping, then you shouldn't say it unless you wanted your ass kicked.