Standing Strong

Chapter one: Life is boring

Another day in paradise. Yeah, as if. The second you walk into this hell whole you become overwhelmed with the hundreds of basic apes. Pounding their hairy arms on their chest running around trying to find who's "top stuff". The king of the hill, the one people look up to. Also known as, the populars. Next you'll notice the sports jockeys. Yes, that includes the girls. Watch out or you'll get trampled by the guys in their husky football gear and stomped on by their dagger shoes. Nasty, you can smell their evaporating sweet ooze out of the locker rooms. May seem surprising I know, but it's not like they dump loads of ax on them as they walk out the door. Not unless they want to be late for their first hour. These people run to school, then lift weights, do some cardio, then leave for class. I don't know about anyone else here, but I would never run to school. Especially not now, unless I'd be planning on showing up to class as a steaming puddle. The bell for class goes off at 7:20 and I was lucky enough to get to school exactly when the jockeys leave for class.

I went to my locker to get my algebra 2 book for first period. My friend Cameron came to meet me there. I could hear her from half way down the hall. She never liked to be shy around new people, and since there are new 9th graders she is in heaven. Making new friends. She never had a problem with that. Everyone seemed to love her. She finally stopped talking for me to wave to her and have her see me. She walked over here and I'm pretty sure met two knew people on her way over. She was dressed nicely today. She was wearing her light brown UGGs and blue skinny jeans. Her PINK sweat shirt almost covered up her "Never Say Never" Justin Bieber shirt. Her and her little girly group go crazy over him. Though it's not just them. Seems like every girl in this place go loco for him.

Finally she got to my locker as I was picking up my folder. "Hey there player how'd that date go last week end?" She squeaked. This was my reminder of why I should never tell her these things. Now I won't hear the end of it for the next 2 weeks. "Fine," I informed, "but she didn't really seem my type. She asked me a lot of questions." "Well duh! That means you found a girl interested in you!" She pointed out. I replied "I suppose." "Hey could I borrow a note book?" she asked. I was in an irritable mood so I gave it to her without question. "I'll catch you later, hey text me sometime, we have to hangout soon!" she shouted at she was being swallowed by the crowd of upper class-men. The bell rang for class so everyone decided to start the rush hour of first passing period. Today Is going to be a long day.

Chapter two: Home at last

Finally 7th period. Cameron was in this class, we had science with Mr. Letterman. He could be fun but on days like these, he is crabbier than a monkey without a banana. I'm usually quiet in this class, mainly because I don't want to be yelled at. Cameron always gets yelled at for talking to Jackie. Jackie sits behind her so she's constantly turning around to talk about boys and make up or whatever girls talk about. "Cameron Renee Diaz!" Mr. Letterman barks, "No one around you wants to hear about how Mr. Petterlynn hasn't been texting you back, please turn around." Giggles waved over the class. Even I smiled, Cameron didn't care she talked back "I'm sorry, we just went on this date so I figured he would text me back and-" " And just a reminder to everyone th worksheet is due on Wednesday which will give you 2 nights to do this so I better not be late," Mr. Letterman interrupted. I pretty much zoned out for the rest of the period, same as everyone else. Once the bell rang I tried to hurry out of class and get to my bus before everyone had the chance to flood the halls. Home here I come.

When the bus pulled up to the edge of my drive way I stood up to get off. Dodging a couple of paper planes and spit balls on my way out. My house was on Cane road, and a short little drive way. The brown-yellow pain scheme still showed through the one inch wall of snow that covered my house after today's snow fall. I love winter, the way the snow falls to very gently kiss the pricks of our evergreens. It's so natural and pretty, much more so than the air polluting tanks that roam the roads. When I came into my house I noticed my little brother Ronny was already home. "Why are you home?" I questioned him. "I came home sick because I almost threw up in class." Okay thats cool, not of my interest. I hope I'm not being harsh, I mean, he didn't throw up so he'll be fine right? I went upstairs to my room and instantly plopped myself on my bed, which I then let out a huge sigh. A sigh of relief, I hate school. It's mentally draining, I don't get how teachers can do this. They teach the same thing over and over every period and I hear it once and I want to tip over. Wow my bed suddenly got really comfy I think I'll just- . . .

"Johnny are you turning into an anorexic teen girl or were you planning on eating this evening?" My mother decided this was the best way to wake me up. I could smell the aroma of bacon sweep through my house. We must be having my favorite. BLTs, or a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich.

When I finally saw how late it was I realized my homework wasn't getting done tonight, and I headed off to bed.

Chapter 3: Turn for the worse