Deplorable Instinct Demo Chapter 1

DEPLORABLE INSTINCT: CHAPTER 1 DEMO

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DEPLORABLE INSTINCT DEMO BOOK (2024): DRAFT ⅓. THIS IS NOT REPRESENTATIVE
OF THE FINAL COPY.

CHAPTER 1: P110

"Ethan! Are you even paying attention at all?"
Mrs. Fargo sternly screamed across the classroom, directing the room's attention to me. The very last thing I wanted. Though Mrs. Fargo was correct, I wasn't paying attention. Not in the slightest.

"Sorry Mrs. Fargo" I muttered defeatedly. I could start to feel my soul drain from my body as she stared at me. Not that I actually cared if Mrs. Fargo felt respected or not, but I wasn't looking for any trouble today.

She begrudgingly stared at me for a second longer with a fake smile before pathetically turning around and continuing to dish out the same old verbal slop that nearly every other student in the classroom was ignoring. You could see the chronic alcoholism and recent divorce taint every last movement the stupid cunt made. "So are you serious about all that shit dude?" Kevin desperately continued pleading with me across the table that we shared. Kevin was a dumb kid, he lacked self confidence for whatever reason and constantly looked to me for advice. So I liked to fuck with him. If he's going to be that fucking stupid as to ask, then I might as well make the most out of the situation.




"Yes she's just trying to make fun of you secretly or bully you. Why would she want to be with you?" I condescendingly muttered to Kevin. A perverse little smile overtook my face as I could feel the life drain from his body as his confidence shattered before me. I was of course referring to Mandy, who is the attractive Mexican girl sitting across the classroom who has been slyly trying to ask Kevin out for days.

She most certainly was attracted to him, very much so. A girl like that could easily fulfill someone like Kevin's life. But why should he get to have happiness at such a vulnerable age while I sit here rotting in place?

The girls at Oakmont High didn't even give me a second glance. In fact it appeared as if the girls
attending here had discussed in great detail privately about why to avoid me. Perhaps I didn't fit in, or perhaps I stood out in a specific way that made me oh so easy to hate. Whatever it is, I didn't feel bad about stirring the pot a little bit whenever possible. They didn't give a single fuck about me, so why did I have to give a single fuck about them? As far as I was concerned this was my playground. I have no intention of graduating from this institution either, as soon as I'm old enough to live on my own I'll be pursuing my real dream of getting an education in programming. I have always wanted to program my own first person shooter games, though I'm always distracted by the pathetic superficial drama of other people.

"Ethan once again you aren't paying attention to the board!" Mrs. Fargo mistakenly stated from across the room.

She had disrupted my thought process once more, a grave mistake for anyone in my vicinity. A wave of complete rage and fury washed over me as I almost instinctively rose from my chair and scrambled vulgarities at Mrs. Fargo.

"For the last fucking time I don't fucking care!" I screamed violently.

Mrs. Fargo was stunned, and the rosy color's that seconds ago had dominated her cheeks were replaced with a ghostly white hue. She was frozen like a deer in headlights. The entire classroom was anxious and staring at me in complete silence. I tried to sit back down as if nothing happened though the class was not going back to its normal formation. They continued to stare coldly as I sat there for another few minutes.