Spank Thru//Kurt Cobain

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School.

What do I think of school? Well it's easy;

School- the hell hole which brings hundreds of self-loathing, misguided pre-pubescents together who actually like eachother. Fights happen, too much bitch-slapping and flower power chicks (and guys) who rock flannel like me.

That's what I think and it's exactly that way at my school in Aberdeen, Washington- Aberdeen High School. I cry (not really) every night before I go to bed for the school. I get candles and put them in a circle with a cutout of the school's photo and pray to Buddah to help the aforementioned school. My so called shrine is not helping at all! Cues sad music as I dramatically wipe a single tear from my worthless tear ducts.

I'm so desperate to find a boyfriend but everyone at that school is shit. Except for the stoners. I always hang with my stoner friends! They are fun and so laid back it isn't even funny.

Ah well! It's time to go to that hell hole building called school. Time to put on a plastic smile and hide my disgust of the teachers and bullshitty people. Oh and the food. It is just...nasty.

I set my blue spiral notebook on my dresser and head over to my closet and quickly dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt with rips and a pair of black converses. Something I wore everyday for school (except the Zep shirt, is always something else like a plain tee with a flannel or another band shirt. Sometimes when I'm feeling good about myself- which is rare- I will wear a pair of leggings or joggers!).

I left my messy blond hair with the bangs cut short alone and headed downstairs. I would put makeup on but I think it makes you look older than what you already are and it destroys your face.

"Elizabeth, you're almost late for the bus!" I hear my mother slurr her speech as she sat her lazy hypocritical ass on the couch.

"So..." I mumble and head outside. My brother Marshall followed quickly behind me.

"Hey Liz," Marshall, who was a freshman at the high school, was now beside me. His deep voice boomed in my ear, "when are you goin' to quit being so quiet at school? You never seem to speak to people. Are you afraid? Do you have some disease you won't tell us about? Or worse- your always stoned and you don't want to speak because that will blow your cover?"

I stopped in my tracks and laughed. "No, you dipshit. I just don't like to talk much to people. Only my friends."

"Yeah! The stoners!" He says in a more deep voice. He said that in such a way, he sounded like Shaggy from Scooby Doo. Marshall laughed and I was unimpressed.

"That wasn't even funny, dick." I storm off, leaving him behind to walk by himself.

"I know- I have one!" Marshall giggled.

I roll my eyes and finally approached the school. Opening the doors, I could already smell the overcooked breakfast bagels, bad breath, oversprayed perfume/cologne and the nervous sweat of feared freshmans.

"Catch ya later, stoner." Marshall pats my back and heads over to the football jocks. I sigh and walk over to Krist Novoselic, aka Chris or Krist the Giant (that's what I've always called him since he moved here a few years back).

Krist's tall slim figure was leaning against the wall talking to some dude. The kid, who looked familiar, had brown hair and he was dressed in a Mötorhead shirt paired with ripped jeans and Chuck Taylor's. I walked up to Krist and laid my hand on his shoulder (I must have looked funny because my 5'7" frame was reaching for this 6'7" giants shoulders) and he looks down at me.

"Hey Elizabeth! Uhm this is Kurt Cobain, he's a Sophomore- like you!" Krist tried to joke around but it only made it seem awkward. I look at Kurt Cobain, a little shy smile was splayed on his face.

"Hi, how are you?" He said. His voice was soft but there was a small rasp to it.

I smile and take my hand from Krist' shoulder. "I'm peachy-keen. You have Spinella for art class with me don't you?"

"Oh yeah. You're Elizabeth Abbott aren't you?" He smiles again. Oh God that smile!

I chuckle, "The one and only!"

Krist laughs. "Well I'm goin' to go- the boys are waiting for me!" He trails off to the last table in the left corner of the commons area to be with the rest of our stoner buddies.

It was silent between me and Kurt except for the people talking around us. He walks towards me and grabs my hand. "Do you smoke? If ya do, let's go outside for one."

It was to late for me to answer his question (which would be a yes) and we walk out of the double doors and make it to the back of the school where no teacher was in sight. We head over to one of the corners where a tree was and we lit up some Marlboro's. Woah, he isn't shy at all and I figured he was because he is always quiet.

"So...when did you start smoking?" I asked. I kicked a few rocks on the ground as I waited for an answer.

Kurt took a long drag from the cigarette and let it all out. "Eh. Mostly because of my parents divorce when I was younger. I'm still affected by it; doing drugs, drinking. Shit like that, y'know." He takes another drag from the cigarette, looking to the side. The smoke was now floating in the air. "It's stupid if you think about it though. I mean, c'mon! It was years ago- I was nine. But it made me become a destructive bitchy depressed asshole in the end. Teenage angst at it's finest, huh?"

I looked at his unexplainable blue eyes, you could just see the hurt, pain and need for love. It made me feel bad. "Sorry about that. My father died when I was younger, my mom's a drunkard, I'm abusing drugs and it's just been rough. I me- wait, I don't think I should tell you everything but it feels like I could tell you anything. And I'm not even joking." After saying that I took a drag off my cigarette. The bitter taste fills my mouth. Exhaling the smoke, I cough.

"Never said you was," Kurt answers. "I can understand your troubles though, well, except the death of a parent but that's exactly what a divorce betwen your parents feel like. Oh and Elizabeth- you can tell me anything and I won't judge. I won't even tell a soul about your problems or tell your secrets to someone. I can be your friend if you want to be and you can always tell/ask me things. Don't forget that either!" He slightly chuckles and gives me that cute smile which goes back to that sad expressionless look.

"I understand you Kurt. Thanks dude." We stood there in more silence, both of us smoking half of the cigarettes from the pack. This was so weird how quick Kurt and I got close to eachother. It's like we were meant to be friends. With this embittered, nihilistic teenager who felt the same way as me towards this cruel, nasty world.

I looked down at my wrist watch and saw that it was time to go back inside. "Oh fuck! Cobain we need to go, it's almost first period and I don't want to be late."

"Alright Abbott."

We put out our smokes and head back inside. The halls were now crowded with people as the first bell had already passed. I didn't need to get in my locker because I ask the teacher for the supplies and it seemed like Kurt didn't need to either because he stayed right by my side as we walked up the hall way. I saw Krist in the flood of people and he waves and I wave back.

Finally we make it to our designated room and sit in our assigned seats. Kurt was in the back of the room with all of the quiet kids. I belonged there but I don't sit back there because I barely can see far. I sigh as the day was probably going to be tiring.

"Okay class, I need you to turn to page 105 in your english books and do questions one through ten," Miss Polston says. The class groans and turn to the page she wants us on.

Yep, today is going to be a bad day. I can feel it in my bones already.

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That was crap haha. Tell me what you think about it and I may keep this story! xc