Who knew from playing a game of making balls fly would form an alliance, or so I believed.
Anyway,back to the living hell hole.
I bravely picked up my racket like this activity determined my fate, and proceeded to hit this foil paper ball back and forth.It was somewhat amusing and pleasing,I was finally being noticed by groups in this class who probably didn't give a shit about me.
Should I be happy or cautious I thought to myself,because you know everything about groups noticing you is quite odd.I felt strange no that's not the word I felt violated you know on those animal planet shows when you see the helpless deer in the middle of the Savannah with a lion ready to make it its morning snack that's how I felt powerless and helpless not to mention alone.
You might ask why? Why was I so afraid of people, no I don't have issues with socializing I just had many reasons and since one of the things I do best is ranting here I go:
1-The plastics everything including their faces are fake so you should get my point if not let me spell it out for you their attitude towards you could melt in a heated situation.
2-The thirsty's I'm pretty sure they only came around me because they wanted a guy's number I knew or my brother's oh GOD I hope my first guess is right.
3-The populars they probably wanted my mid term bio paper that's due tomorrow and bring up this game as a favor they did for me. Favor my ass I mean a baby could have come up with this game.
4-The rebels well I should just thank god they are at school for a full hour.
5- The nerds and overlooked ones were my friends so that was the only positive thing about this.
So there you have it all the reasons and more for my fear of playing a fucking make shift game of table tennis with paper plates and foil paper.
We played this game everyone as a team no one against each other its like we formed an alliance or so I thought.
After the game we settled down for first period why in GOD'S holy name is it called period, anyway we were all getting along fine until we heard yelling at the end of the class room.What was it of fucking course it had to be the regular Friday morning 9 o'clock show featuring the plastic slut # 4 and popular #6 on the oh so exciting topic on who stole whose man.
We needed what my mom called a get along t-shirt just a size xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxL.To fit all Forty of us plus the bitchy attitudes and egos.
The alliance I thought we formed just crumbled away because of two bitches over a boy who wasn't that good looking by the way.Thank god today's Friday but that only meant I had to be back at this shit hole in two days and I wonder what games will be played next and would a real alliance be formed?
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The Class Games
Random"It's called a class" they say. Not to me hun, not to me. To me it's a war, almost like a mind game, a battlefield, with strategies and plans and revenge and SURVIVING. It's something I like to call "The Class Games" ••● Let the games begin ●••
