Highschool.
The place where 17 year old boys who've never touched a girl, guys who have the build and mind of an ape, the bitchiest and pepiest girls, and the kids who dress in nothing but the dark colors of their soul can all mosh pit together and create a hell of hormones, drama, and other needless shit.
And this is my second year of enduring it.
My names Ekaterina, quite the mouthfull so most people just call me Kati or some other weird ass nickname. As you can probably tell, this is my dumb, average teenage girl expieriance of highschool written down for your entertainment.
So entertainment is what you'll get.
Starting on day one. Actually waking up almost on time is a blessing, so after skipping breakfast I rush out the door so I can walk to campus with my friend Michelle. Shes an average build, short Mexican girl with a face that kinda reminds you of a smiling baby.
Fast forwarding past Michelle telling me about her weird ass dream about her banging the history teacher in space while I, dressed as John Cena, cheered them on, we're at the Taco Express across the street from school.
Now Taco Express before, after, and during school is filled with the stoner kids. This mass of, honestly slugs, is made up of Freshman all the way to the kids who graduated, but couldn't let go of the "sweet times smoking pot outside a greasy taco joint". The only person who me and Michelle even bother looking at in that group is this one college guy named Toby. We're friends with his girlfriend, Molly, so we see him around sometimes. You'd think he'd always be high and never amount to shit, but he's going to med school and from what Molly says hes a pretty nice guy.
We wave to him, hoping to get our tacos and rush out, but as we step out the door he grabs my shoulder.
I turn around, slightly glaring, but honestly scared shitless since he's over 6 feet and could beat my tiny ass into the pavement. He makes eye contact with me, glancing up at my hair before looking back to my eyes.
"You're the poofy haired girl Mol's friends with right?" He asks, taking his pass of whatever they're smoking and inhaling deeply. I nod, keeping my eyes fixed on him, determined to keep up my intimidation factor.
"So that makes you Kati, and her Michelle?" His tone never bringing any feeling of a threat, he actually kinda looks like a massive, stoned, hobo teddy bear with the way his hair is floofed out to the point where it looks like his beanie is having trouble staying on.
"Yeah, why is this relevant? Unlike you guys we have to go to class." I can feel Michelle tug on my bag, her sign of saying "Kati shut the fuck up and lets run, stop trying to fight people."
"I just wanted to know if you guys wanted to hang out with us by any chance? I'm going to the football game tomorrow night to cheer on Mol."
I turn to Michelle, her eyes about to pop out of her head as she rappidly shakes no.
"Sure, I'll join you and Tamale tomorrow. Michelle has..." I glance at her paling face "too much homework to go?"
He stares blankly for a moment, and at first I think he's going to beat me for obviously lying, but he makes a slight wheeze. His eyes shut, his hand flies to his stomach, and he sounds like a man whos been smoking for 80 years trying to breathe heavy. When he finally lifts his head up, it becomes appearent he in fact is not dying by the giant grin on his face.
Man he has a weird ass laugh.
