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A few of the stories in this blog are several stories blended in a nice fashion, but they did happen just at separate times.

They say that home schooled kids don't have to deal with assholes because they are absolutely isolated from any of those public school affiliations. Well my friends if you heard this rumor parade in your ears you might want to kill the marching band leader because he or she is wrong on every level. We do have to deal with ignorant homosapians.

Some of them are home schooled and most of them use to be home schooled but for reasons that completely escape me went back to public school. The kids that I'm talking about are pure white trash, idiotic, racist, sexist pigs with absolutely nothing to gain in life.

We recently had a home schooled dance, it was suppose to be a 20s themed dance. Me and my friends went in wearing flapper dresses, I of course wore the black dress that makes men crumble in their own skin "you know the dress, don't pretend you don't" and we were expecting a fun time without being bothered. Then of course they came, we had warning of their coming before the dance so we did most of our groaning and complaining before they showed up but that didn't help...we still complained. In fact we made fun of them most of the time and I would feel bad about that but chances are they were doing that same thing.

They were an easy target for insult to, we were all dressed with class while they came in with cowboy hats, dirt stained shirts and s**t on their knees. I thought they were a bunch of homeless people when they walked in which would have probably been better if they were. The girls mostly wore the cowboy hats the boys wore sleeveless shirts when it was 30 degrees outside. "God let them die of nimonia" I said to myself. We didn't let them stop us from having fun. We danced while they watched us with hateful eyes and probably envy with the fact that we all dance a s**t load better then they ever will. We let them play their crappy country music and for some reason their rap music as well. I didn't care, I knew they wouldn't bother me and my friends, I tackled with their leader.

I won't use his name, not for safety but simply because he doesn't deserve the benefit of being in my blog. Instead I'll use a fake first initial. F. F is probably the worst of the group. His tobacco chewing and loud mouth made him highly disrespected in the group. A few years ago I was sitting by myself, only thinking, him and his "friends" were behind me. F was bragging about how he had a "******** buddy " I laughed to myself and told him that the girl he rapes in the back of a bar doesn't count as a "******** buddy". I turned around thinking he wouldn't do anything but I was wrong to think that, I was still very naive about people at this time.

F grabbed my ankle and held me upside down. Showing me off to his friends like I was the catch of the day and for 5 seconds I let him have the glory because I pitied him. I felt sorry for his future wife (whom he'll beat), his mother (a very nice woman who just gave up on him, anyone would've) and I mostly felt sorry for his sister (a beautiful girl who will turn into a worthless slob like him). I let him have the little fame he will ever gain in life then my pity soon turned to anger. I grabbed his foreleg and sunk my teeth in as deep as I could. F screamed like a banshee, he was probably not expecting it like I expected him to pick me up by the ankle. I used my quick reflexes to get away from him thinking he was gonna kick or hit me back in rage, he didn't even attempt it, he went straight to tending to the pain in his leg.

After a few minutes I decided to be nice and see how F was doing. I went up to F and asked him if he was alright he looked at me and I could tell that I injected him with the venom of fear. F said it was ok and that he was alright. I looked at his leg and saw blood staining through his pants. I saw this and gave the most evil grin, that made the fear in his eyes more visible. Wishing that their was blood on my pearly whites to scare him more but my bite was to clean and quick.

Years passed since that day and now we go back to the dance. I was drinking from the water fountain when I turned around and saw F. He was looking at my dress with a smug look I didn't like. He didn't see who the body belonged to until he looked up and saw the angry Indian face I was born with. You know that face? The kind that says "if you touch me, your scalp will be mine". As soon as he saw the ghost of his frightful past his face turned white and his eyes got scarred like the day I bit him. I gave him the grin again and licked my teeth as though I was gonna dig into his flesh again. He ran into the bathroom. I smiled, amused, thinking "Silly cowboys, you think you're so great until you get defeated by the unexpected."

Let them hate, as long as they fear- Caligula