sometimes it takes time to like someone. but when it came down to forcing myself to like carl gallagher, all I had was time, but still, not even a tiny piece of salt could be the amount of how much I would ever like him. even the past four years of knowing him, he still resembled the devil. not once has he fazed me with his fake bullshit he delivers to make everyone like him. I walked into the home of fake bitches, ignorant jocks, broke shitheads, and low lives. I would also say rich bitches but there's no rich people around this shitty school.. but no fake bitch, ignorant jock, broke shithead, low life, could compare to carl gallagher. he's the definition of all of those put into one person. he may be cute, but his attitude covers all of that up. my next period, science, is a class I have with him. oh how miserable he makes me feel. he's like a mosquito flying around a person trying to sleep, and I'm that person trying to sleep. I walked into science class and sat down dreading just to be breathing in that shit hole. I have about only three friends out of this place, but I really am not close with them, maybe jayda, but the rest I don't really give two shits about. the bell rang telling everyone that who isn't in there seats is late. ms. fankter started talking to the class but I didn't listen to her. everyone calls her ms. skankter because there was a rumor going on that she got a guys weiner wet about 6 months ago but looking at that bitch she looks like she can't get anyone. but who am I to talk, I'm probably a younger version of her. she closed the door, well attempted to, but it violently flew open and ms. fankter got hit right in the head with the door. everyone laughed, and I admit I laughed too. but it quickly disappeared when I saw that the door opened to carl. he was late, nothing new. he acted like nothing happened and sat in his seat that was next to me. I gave him the dirtiest look and of course all he did was wink. "you missed me didn't you sweet cheeks." he said. "shut your trap gallagher."
