The Art of Hatred

Chapter 4 - Friday

'Oh boy!' or 'Fuck yeah!'(Or if you're really extra 'Oh fuck, boy!') is what most people think when they realize that it's Friday. I've, however, always had a deep hatred for Fridays. It developed years back when I still had to deal with the situation and while it's not a problem anymore that certain mindset was basically drilled into my head so it still sorta just.. lingers. This Friday however is worse than most due to Jim requiring me to go to the Self Help club. I tried to think of a million ways to get out of it but thought of none as fuckboy David walked me to where the club was being held. Once we got to the room he opened the door and before going in said, "Don't come in here since if they hear about you coming here with me they'll be super pissed then ask why we came together then being the piece of shit that you are you'll tell them that I suggested it and then they'll hate me so..fuck off." Then slammed the door in my face.

Finally, a lucky break. For a moment I just sorta stood there thinking about what to do to fill my time before I come home because, of coarse, Jim just had to tell Mari and Glen, my foster parents, about what he had set up so I had quite a bit of time on my hands. For a second I thought about going to the shutdown factory a few blocks away but just walking by the place makes you smell like drugs and I didn't want to be placed into the Rehab club as well cause there's scary guards and shit to make sure you go to that club so I quickly decided against that idea. My next thought was about actually going to the club just to watch fuckboy squirm but then he'd bash my head in with a rock and while he'd be sent to jail and I'd have my justice I honestly didn't think it was worth it just to ruin his life if I had to sacrifice mine. Then, I finally just thought about going to In-and-Out Burger because that place is pretty good and shit and doesn't involve drugs or heads bashed in with rocks. Once I made my decision I whipped out my Heelies and began rolling on my way.