Humans, gods, and Me

Dead Economy

 

I headed towards the bathroom relieved to finally to be out of Mr. Garrett's boring class. Mr. G was a

 good teacher, actually great teacher, it wasn't his fault he taught Econ. a class. I mean even the

 teacher Mr. G seems bored out of his skull half the time. Only reason I can tolerate it still is because

 it's the only class I have with my best friend Amias this semester. Amias and I have been friends since

 I was 9, holy crap that was almost ten years ago, we had both been orphaned from a pretty young

 age. At first I didn't like the guy he was pretty popular to just about anyone. I mean the guy had more

charisma than a someone running for office. Although he was about 5'6", which meant I towered over

 him by two whole inches. Yeah, we were both kind of short Okay.

 

"Mercado, why aren't you in class?" the very and I mean very angry divorced english teacher Ms.

 Whoosler growled at me.

 

"I should ask you the same thing." I shot back before I slipped in the bathroom.

 

I looked at my lanky self in the mirror. My hockey hair was starting to cover my eyes, I never played

hockey but with a flow like this I probably could. I needed a haircut and bad my azure eyes were

hardly visible behind my sun bleached locks.

 

A tall jock came out of one of the stalls and looked over at me, "Oggy, what's up man? Lemme guess

Mr. G's class." he chuckled.

 

My name was actually Ogden Mercado but Oggy had grown to be more fitting. "I swear if someone

talks about free lunches and doesn't bring me a sandwich again ima freak." I retorted.

 

"Try taking it on the college level, not enough Red Bull in the world to keep you awake." He joked.

 

Honestly I didn't know the kids name but he reminded me of that actor from The Office the one who

 played Jim. The water was about as refreshing as pretzels on a dry day I guess but still dousing my

face in it was the only way to wash away the day's BS. When I looked back up the kid was gone but the

 jet engine of hand dryers were still blasting away. I bent over to get my face dried off.

 

Baaaaaaaaaang!

 

Holy crap was that a gunshot? I blasted out of the restroom, teachers and students were barreling

down the halls every which way trying to get out the doors. I pushed against the wall and slipped

 past. "OW!" I yelled elbows and hands were flailing about. "Watch yourselves."

 

"Mercado where do you think your going?" The ice queen that was Ms. Whoosler snarled.