-where art takes us-

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In the car I turn the system up to full volume and plug in a cassette with a mix I put together for the case like today that I would like to scream but my body refuses. The feeling of a bottle cap holding everything together.

I'm standing at the traffic light just before the entrance to the school parking lot and the music changes to the song North Memphis and the rising tempo breaks just as the traffic light turns green.

The engine trembles and I step on the gas. Chasing across the intersection, I take the right of way from a driver who is coming towards me and is already half about driving up the driveway to my right and take a sharp right myself. With a honk from the driver and me giving him my middle finger out of the open window, I swing into the parking space right next to Munson and his van.

As I bend down to retrieve my bag from the footwell, the song's waves still lap around me and the rest of the school. I get out and pull the key out of the vibrating car by reaching through the rolled-down window and turning the key, which automatically turns off the music.

Having left my headphones in the passenger door, I switch sides and quickly pull them out of the side compartment and slam the door with a loud bang, drawing all attention to me now if it hasn't already been by my arrival. As I fiddle with the cables, I see some kids staring at me, which I react to with an annoyed and pissed-off look and start shouting at them "What?!".

They quickly turn away and rush to their classes. Instead, I go to my locker and put my headphones in my ears. I press start and the playlist from the car continues. For the remaining hours, I keep the headphones in at a low volume and endure the garbage that everyone is spouting.

After endless hours of information, I either learned in third grade or am pretty sure it's just factually wrong, I head to the cafeteria.

On the way to my usual place, I am stopped by Gorilla's employees. One of them stands in front of me and puts me on the bench where he was sitting shortly before. Jason stands and circles me, then leans on the table in front of me and puts his face in front of mine.

"Hey, bunny. My friends here want to invite you over to their house after school. You know you could all have some fun together. You guys complement each other well and my buddy here has a knack for taming sluts. What do you say, does midnight suit you or are you so horny that he has to take you here and now?" he asks while almost spitting in my face.

All his friends start snorting and laughing and his disgusting friend even dares to squish my shoulder with his filthy hand.

So I reply " Omg it's almost as if you read my mind. I always wanted to be banged by you guys. It's like my dream came true. How do you know by just looking at me? I am so turned on. Oh, daddy oh daddy. Is that what you would like to hear? Well, usually people think before they speak, but obviously, you aren't equipped for that. You know if you took half the time you spend worrying about me and started focusing on yourself you'd probably be a lot less miserable. Now if you'd excuse me I only have five minutes left to eat my pudding because of you cockroaches.".

I get up, brush his hand off of me and continue my way to the window. I am really not in the mood for their bullshit.

On the way there, Chrissy walks past me. Already half-past me I stop her by stepping in front of her. "Hey, Chrissy. You deserve better than Jason" is all I say and get past her and to my window.

From my seating, I watch Jason pointing at me and talking to Chrissy who has probably to explain why I talked to her and what I said.

I hope she doesn't hate me. I think she would be fun to be around as long as her boyfriend stays away.

I only have art left for today. Again to be precise. Maybe that will improve my mood, because the break didn't.