Rapid Days Behind the Bars of Life

Chapter 2

Here at Shaywood high school, that looks like it's in the middle of fucking nowhere in Tennessee, there are categories and social classes and all that cliche melodramatic high school bullshit. But who the fuck cares? Right? It's life and life doesn't happen the way we want it to or how we expect it to but who knows, I'm just blabbing.

Anyway, back to the good stuff that matters.

Now imagine it's one of those dramatic scenes where I'm telling you a flashback and I look into the distance and wave my hand in a rainbow manner.

It was back in the beginning of our Sophomore year when Kaiwa had no pubes (that's not a fact but an opinion) and Shamiek was a pussy, (also an opinion) Jossie was a pinked out somewhat racist bitch, who thought she could get away with a lot of the shit she said just because she had one half black friend (this was a fact). Back when Kody was short and puny and I was... well, I was a lot of things, fucked up is one of them.

It's Monday morning and I'm in Mr. Krupin's class. He's this 60 year old looking, stern and uptight Russian who teaches Global History, always wears a button down shirt and a short tie that matches his socks. I think he purposely wears pants that don't go past his ankles to show that his tie matches his socks. He always smells like stale cheese and feet mixed with one of the many Axe mens colon which by the way is not pleasant especially, when he's close. Did I mention that he's 30. If he looks like this and he's 30, imagine what he'd look like when he's actually 60. Yikes.

I'm looking out the window I mean I'm seated by it so I figured, why listen to this grumpy bore, even though what he's saying is possibly very important, when I can look out the window and contemplate about anything and everything.
So I'm looking out and what do I see? Kaiwa. What the fuck is Kaiwa doing outside and right behind her is her father, a cop and two K-9 dogs. "Goddamn they're huge" I say loudly and unintentionally. The whole class falls silent, well Mr. Krupin falls silent because c'mon lets face it more than half of the class was asleep mentally or physically and he knows it.

"I'm sorry is there something I am interrupting? Am I interrupting your foolish and childish predictable and cliche fantasy of dick-fucking a huge set of boobs?" He says, stepping closer to me each time he said a word and by the time he stopped talking, he was pretty fucking close and damn his smell will be the death of me. He was very specific, uncomfortably specific but I wouldn't let that stop me from talking back. It's a habit, one that I'm not ashamed of.

"No sir I was actually talking about the K-9's outside and I don't fantasize about that because It's been a reality of mine, I wouldn't think too kindly of you though because you-" I stopped myself there because there's only so much you can say to a guy like him without hurting his feelings, even though he won't show it. I'm hard headed not cold hearted.

"Because I what? Go on finish that sentence since you always have so much to say."

"Let's just leave it at that Mr. Krupin I think you've had enough." I said brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. 

"You sure have some nerve boy" 

"Thank you." I said bowing down arrogantly.

"That was not a compliment you incompetent nincompoop" He said getting closer.

"Whoa there sir now you have some nerve too, disregarding me like that"-I said getting up making us face to face. If I or he moved any closer our noses would be touching even though I am slightly taller than him.- "and you're sure as hell getting way too close. Definitely not needed considering your irritable smell. Don't you smell yourself? It's so bad." I paused a little. Then I said, "you have to admit, you were testing my patience and you sure found my limit."