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Prologue II.

We neared the doorway to our first class, English with Richason. Mrs. Richason was a very unlikeable person, but somehow, she found her way to being my favorite teacher. She was tall, long straight blonde hair, and usually wore white, tight, transparent pants. They probably weren't meant to be tight, as her butt was very large and that usually distracted me when I tried to work. Her underwear was bright pink today. Ugh, Joe. Take your eyes away and pay attention to your girlfriend. We entered, but not before shaking Richasons hand.

"Her shirt looks nice today" Alyssa said as she observed Richasons Shirt.

I had been too busy looking at other things to notice her pink and blue t-shirt that went with her also pink and blue scarf. It looked nice.

"Eh. Its alright" I lied.

"Whatever Joe, you look alright. In fact, you look ugly." Alyssa said.

And so the bickering began.

"Why cant you go one day without disagreeing on peoples style? Hm? Why do you always argue with me? You're a loser and you're the last person to judge other people on style. Look at you! With your tight maroon bears jacket. Your tight blue jeans and big black and white converses!" Alyssa argued.

"My jacket nor my jeans are even tight!"

"Not to mention that your jacket represents Bastrop! We are in Cedar Creek! That's our rival team! Do you want to get jumped?!"

"Meh. I guess I kinda do. What are you gonna do about it?" I asked

"You know what?! I'm gonna..."

"Both of you! Sit down!" Amanda Richason ordered us.
We both immediately obeyed but within the second looked back at each other, smiling. We sat across from each other, the desks were facing each other and we were pretty far from Amanda's desk so we could whisper and play while she was oblivious.

I took my seat at my desk in the far left corner of the room.

I felt Alyssa's feet begin to kick mine in a game of footsies. I don't play footsies.
I shoot Alyssa a look that says "Quit it, or I'll kill you."
She sees me and smiles a very irritating smile, and continues to mess with my feet. What a loser.

"Alyssa..." I begin to say, but soon am cut off by...

"So what's your input?" Amanda questions me as she passes by me and looks at me.
I hadn't realized class had already started, much less what we were discussing.

"I think it's great!" I exclaim.
Giggles arise in the farthest end and I get looks of disgust from Michael. I look at him and mouth "What?"

"So the Holocaust is great?" Amanda looks at me with a grin that irritates me more than how she stands, victoriously.

"Umm. I'm not saying that exactly ...."

"Yeah. Mhm. That's what I thought."

Amanda walks by me, smiles and leans close, only to say "Pay attention, and maybe you won't make stupid remarks"

I grunt as I cross my arms and make a pouty face, and sink into my chair.
Alyssa looks at me, smiles, and sticks her tongue out at me.
Grr. I hate her so much. Both Alyssa and Amanda. The bell rings after a long lecture and out we go.