Song of the Century

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I walked into the school with sass that even the popular bubblegum pop kids didn't have. I was immediately stared down by what felt like millions. You've got to be kidding me. No alternative kids. Not even punk. Fuck.
I started to flip off every pair of little beady eyes I saw.
I would definitely have to check the bathrooms, secret rooms, and under the bleachers for those special kids.
As I flipped off another man-child, I flipped a cigarette in my mouth. I didn't light it. I just wanted to show these kids what I was. A badass. Mess with me, and my leather jacket becomes a leather belt. Sorry not sorry.
I was approached by a teacher who flicked the smoke right out of my mouth! Bitch. Whatever. That's what the bathrooms are for: to draw graffiti and smoke a joint or two.
The ladies name tag on her out of style sweater vest read Mrs. Karnice. So she was married.......I feel bad for whoever sleeps with her at night.
She grabbed my hand and took me to the office. Like I cared.
"What were you thinking? Smoking on our school property! You should be ashamed! We have a good reputation and it won't be ruined by you!"
I would've said something but it wouldn't have been good.
I walked in the office with a strut as they asked my name. I told them. It was hard to explain to them the situation because it was my first day, and by the way I looked, they could just assume things.
       They sent me to a door with a gold plate on the front.
Mr. Rupert. I wonder who that is?