• The first day of highschool was exceedingly difficult, and yet it made love high school more than I would have normally. I had pennys flicked at me, I got shot with asquirt gun and hit on but gross idiotic, scumbags looking for sex from some unexpecting naive girl. i was smart enough, but sadly a few girls wern't. One of them even dropped out two years later, most likely from being pregneant. who knew what kind of other monsters lurked in my school now? I wandered the frenzied hallways, desperately looking for my classes. My first class was science, thank god. My teacher was the kind of teacher who is nicer to good kids, but is still quite strict. We got along well. the bell rang and was off to second period.

    Math. It is my worst subject. My teacher made it even worse. His features reminded of me of a vulture, flying around you as you sauntered aimlessly through a desert, about to die. he WAS a vulture; he never helped us at all.

    At lunchtime, i was looking for the bathrooms to fix my hair, because, well, it was a mess. I heard the dumb chuckling of 12 graders behind me. One of them approached me and smiled. He smelled like a mix of pot and axe. "hey." he crooned "i've been watchin' ya for a bit, do you wanna go out sometime?" His friends were laughing hysterically. I smiled sweetly and said "I'm sorry, but I throw small fish back." I gestured toward his crotch. At this point, a shocked look flushed across his ugly mug, as his friends were rolling on the ground. Finally, found the bathroom. He never talked to me again.

    To be honest, I don't really remember or care what happened that day other than that. I guess I just went to each class and learned my way around the school. Highschool's fine, so i guess I'll survive the last few years.