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High School Never Ends: Bowling For Soup
"I got a full twelve hours of sleep everyday this past week and I still feel like slipping into a coma." I enter the Kent house.
"You and me both." Clark replies. "But then again, being in the same room as you makes me wish I was dead." He grins.
"Careful what you wish for, Kent. Because you never know when a pencil might enter your temple or if a pillow blocks your airway."
"I'm getting chills." He mocks.
"You better. I'm trained now, remember?"
"No, I don't." He shakes his head. "Guess you should be more interesting, then." He takes the toast from the toaster.
"Jon, Martha, your son is being verbally abusive to me." I take the toast from Clark and open the fridge.
"You wanna talk about verbal abuse?"
"Saying things that are true is not verbal abuse, Kent. You're just a narcissist." I grab the butter, making Martha and Jonathan chuckle.
"Mom, dad."
"Oh, no, did I make Clarkie mad?" I spread some butter on the toast.
"One, never call me that again, and two, you wish." Clark goes to take the toast.
I turn and place the knife in the sink. "Wish already came true. You're irritated. My job's done." I put the butter back into the fridge and take a bite of the piece of toast.
"I'm not irritated, I'm annoyed."
"Same difference."
"No, it's not."
"You still haven't used that dictionary yet? Explains a lot." I take out my ginger shot from my pocket.
"Tell me why I missed you again?"
"I can't read your mind." I down the ginger shot and throw the container in the garbage. "Open your mouth." I say and he does so before I place the small piece of toast left in his mouth. "I'll see you at school, Kent. Lord knows you need all the knowledge you can get. Bye, Martha. Bye, Jon." I walk towards the door.
"See you later, Brianna." Jonathan calls out and I hold up my hand while leaving.
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"You know, socially divisive cliques and hall passes aside, this place really isn't all that bad." Chloe says as we pull into the parking lot.
