Three Brood Instigators

3. School Competence

"NEW TREND: PARROT WALLETS FOR YOUR AESTHETIC KEEPING"

"WATERSMITH CHEESE INC. CRASHES -4.08%"

"500 RACERS FOR F1 RACING: IS THAT TOO MUCH?"

"I understand you are mature and capable Carthage. But you're still 17. It's the law, and it's quite a favor for you to ask me that," a teacher said.

"But sir, if, if I can at least have the chance..." Amber begged.

"Sorry kid, but I can't let you. Don't worry, you still have time, good luck with your applications," the teacher left, just like that.

"Harsh," Coween ridiculed, walking with Faka.

They entered the cafeteria, and bumped Scent for taking a lot of the portion, slowing the queqe. Scent stick his tongue out and sat with the circle.

"Seriously, Scent, I can already picture you with a fat body, but still, you ain't fat," Quinn said, eating.

"Eating too much doesn't make people fat, Quinn. Everyone knows that," Scent said.

After minutes of eating in the safari, Colvin bumped his shoulder to Rudy, dropping his spoon.

"Oh, I'm very sorry," Colvin said. "You're not supposed to take a spoon on the floor," he contravened. "Haha."

"What a jerky jock," Rudy said.

"Dude, that's Colvin, he ain't a jock," Scent said.

"Jock, freestyles, what's with you guys?" Rudy wondered.

"You're new, you'll come around. Everyone does this," Kevin said. He finished his tray. "Now, Rude boy, pay attention," Kevin said, approaching closely to Rudy, asking him to follow wherever his head stares to. "This is Shitfucker, this is probably the worst school in the country, and they are filled with the worst of morons, who do nothing but bicker at one another," Kevin described. Kevin pointed at a table area, "Now, those guys, mostly with the glasses, those are the Nerds."

"Ha! Nerds!" Rudy said.

"Well, they hate jocks, they are very sneaky cowards. The rat-looking guy is the leader, or something like that, Harry is his name. If you ask me, they're actually sociopaths," Kevin described.

"Really?" Rudy asked.

"Just to leave you a note," he clarified. "Now, those are the gamers, well, they are like the Nerds, but they are gamers, Call of Duty, Zelda, laptop gamers, sort of dudes."

"It's called PC gamers, not laptop gamers!" Rudy clarified.

"Yeah, well, they are just as bummers as the nerds are. They also play card games at school rather than a classic chess game, they even play that weird toys at times, which if you ask me, is actually weird," Kevin described.

"Perhaps they are starting to learn a rectal, haha," Pastuzo said.

"Very good Pastuzo," Kevin winked. "Now those are the Social group, or people like to call them Youtubers, Facebookers, Rich Bois, Upper Society, Faka's buddies, whatever, they may not look like a king inside and out, but in the phones and their wealth, oh, they kinda are."

"Those losers are just so lucky to have phones and rich bratty brainless parents protecting them, like you," Pastuzo said.

"Easy Pastuzo, warm up to the kid, don't give him such thoughts," Kevin calmed.

"Now that's a nice landing," Kevin said, holding the laughter remembering the previous scene. "Anyways, those are the freestylers, the ones who thought Scent snicthed their cash."