The Prisses and the Pricks

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It's been a while since I've been active. I moved schools. It's was a bust. Everyone is either a priss or a prick. The sophomore class is full of drama queens that all the senior jocks go after. The junior class is made up of dorky guys or emos. The senior class is a bunch asshole losers who are probably going to fail and end up in jail once the turn 18 for hooking up with the sophomores. All the freshman are just really weird anime nerds that no one pays attention to. I go through out my day in silence.

1st block. Sit in the back and do my work while I sneak in breakfast I missed from running late due to a lazy brother.
2nd block. Sit at the far left side of the 2nd to last row and copy notes and doodle while pondering many mysteries of the universe.
3rd block. Sit in the back row next to the stoner who always has snacks. I just draw. I don't take notes or even pay attention. Who even can understand chemistry if they try?
Lunch. I get my lunch sit at the end of the table with the emos while I scarf down my lunch. 5 minutes of eating and then straight to the bathroom to purge due to anxiety. After I clean up, I walk around outside until the bell rings.
4th block. Kill me now. Please. Class with al the drama queens who plan to run for miss America. Not to mention the teacher who had a burning hatred for my existence.
Needless to say, I have no friends at this school. I actually don't dislike that fact. I'd rather not spend my time with people who fake-like me to get something out of me.

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