the diaries of a pubescent boy

a daily dose of school

i dashed out of the bus, making my way into class just before lessons began. i was in a class of about 40 people, and i sat at the back, so i was able to blend in pretty well.

i kept to myself, and only had a small circle of friends. in school, i did almost everything on my own, with the exception of compulsory groupwork. i was a loner.

honestly, i didnt really mind it that way. it gave me more space to be myself. the only downside to this were my parents who begged me relentlessly to get a social life, or any resemblance of one.

i had a late night, so i was drained. i lay my head down on my desk and closed my eyes for a quick nap.

suddenly, a felt a sharp pain on my back, as though i had been whacked with a metal rod. i opened my eyes and looked around, trying to find my attacker.

i had a feeling it would be him. jason loh. he was the single cause for grief for the whole class. personally, i picture as a black hole, sucking up the money of every single student in our class.

jason loh sucks ass.

he greets me with his usual banter, as he "pats" my back a little harder than the recommended strength.

"heyyy ole buddy ole friend," he says, sarcasm dripping off his words. "why didnt you say hi to me when you walked in, you piece of shit? maybe i just couldnt hear you on account of those massive pimples covering your big ass mouth!"

he high-fives all of his friends. however, i say nothing. no matter how much i deny it, the fact that i have disgustingly large pimples populating my face remains.