Under This Mask

Chpt. 5 Is Reciting Poetry Outside of Class Completely Stupid?

"Hey, Mom!", I called out from the dining room.

"Yes, Harry?", she said, apparently sounding stressed. It's early, I can't blame her.

"Can I go out for a quick walk?".

"Yeah, just be back before dark", she said, sighing and returning to whatever it was she was doing.

I grabbed my skateboard, my dark purple beanie, my backpack, then ran out the door. I threw my board against the ground, skillfully jumping on and speeding of my driveway. I swerved and rolled my way Uptown, quickly finding the Phoenix, then turning the corner to the Wall. I glanced to my right, spotting the place where I committed murder. But ever since I was accepted to the spy....eh, I forgot the name. Anyway, my conscious has been a bit cleaner, surprisingly.

I came to a halt at the Wall, throwing my backpack to the corner. I need to take a breather. With all this spy stuff on my mind, I've been a lot more stressed lately. I don't even know why, since I haven't even done anything for the company yet. I guess it's just my lack of knowing that's making me so antsy. I slumped down into the corner and took out my physics homework that should have been done yesterday. I held my paper in my lap for a moment, pencil ready. Nothing was clicking. I stood up and stuffed my homework back into my backpack. Meh, I'll just copy off Robby later.

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"Dammit, X! Why can't you just do your own homework for a change?!", Robby yelled.

"Chill out, Robby-o! I think you'd be just as concerned if I did do my homework!", I said, laughing a bit.

Robby sighed, slightly giggling. "God, I hate you."

"That'th tho thweet of you!", I remarked, intentionally adding a lisp. Hesitantly, Robby pulled out his physics homework so I could copy shit down. Being ridiculously lazy has its high points.

The first period bell rang, where we went on our way to Mr. Schwartz's physics class. We took our respected back-of-the-class seats, kicking back and putting our feet up on our table and reminiscing of our wondrous night of Tom Foolery, taking down the system. Ya know, the McMurder incident? Pun intended (sort of), by the way. I pulled out my iPod, patiently awaiting for the arrival of our super-horny science teacher. Honestly, I don't remember a time where Mr. Schwartz has actually been at school before 8:45. I tossed a headphone to Robby so we could both harmoniously wait for Mr. Schwartz whilst jamming out to Me First and the Gimme Gimmes' cover of "Don't Cry For Me, Argentina".

"Settle down class, today we begin heredity", Mr. Schwartz said, arriving in a fashion that would make parents uncomfortable to have him teaching their children.

I laugh and speak up, "Um, Mr. Schwartz?"

"What, Mr. Frost?", he said very sternly.

"This is physics", I remark, being the asshole I am.

"Yes, Mr. Frost, I am quite aware of that".

"Well, shouldn't you be teaching us physics stuff? Heredity is NOT physics, at least according to last time I checked", I smirked, making Mr. Schwartz stand in silence, trying to hide his obvious boner.

"God, how fucking horny can one guy be?", Robby whispered, shaking his head.

"At this rate, I don't know much further he can rise", I reply, trying not to laugh. Both of our faces turn bright red from holding back our tears of enjoyment. The rest of class was basically Mr. Schwartz rambling on about heredity, a topic we awkwardly mastered in the 7th grade. While Senior Semen talks, me and Robby continue on our musical escapade, listening to artists such as Operation Ivy, Rancid, and the Velvet Underground, as well as writing lists of who we should look up. Pretty typical first period. The two of us continue our debauchery until we part in 7th period, when we dramatically wave adieu, receiving the dirtiest looks from passers-by. I laugh to myself, then march upstairs.