Lies my teacher told me
My name is gilante banks
Gilante Banks a young misanthropist and future suicide case wakes up to find himself stuck in another day of a high school filled with violent bullies and anti-creative teachers, set on making students’ lives hell. Loathing his day away Gilante wakes up to his morning vodka flask and grade A skunk, as he inhales his last puff of his joint he can’t help but feel like the drugs he wakes up to every morning aren’t fucking him up in the beautiful way they were before. He looks at the mirror and says I need to get a greater high. He walks into his living room to find his father passed out on the floor and frothing at the mouth and his mother in her morning robe smoking a cigarette and watching deal or no deal. His mother and father are the neighbourhood junkies, famous in the area for bank heists and cop killing, gilante on the other hand was the Lisa Simpson of the family stuck out like gay porn , the brightest and most fucked up kid in town. An anorexic that couldn’t eat more than a fly
The search for heroin
After the failure of his everyday drugs to fulfil his hunger for self-destruction Gilante follows in his parents footsteps and finds himself on the search for heroin. knowing exactly where to go because of his parents everyday trips He finds himself at an abandoned house in the middle of the city, waiting for what would be the death of his teenage innocence, he walks up to the door a white bald man comes to the door , “who the fuck are you kid” he asks, Gilante replies “im Gilante im Peter and Nadias son, my fucking weed isn’t killing the tweak I got I need something strong something that’d kill like fucking Anthony Kiedis or some shit”, the bald man looks at him almost as if he was concerned for him he slams the door shut and returns with a balloon filled with the a white mystic powder , Gilante looks at him and says “heroin’s fucking brown you dipshit”, the man at the door says “just stick it up your vain kid if it kills you then you obviously don’t know what you’re getting into”. Gilante hands him the money and makes his way to school.
Schooly heroin runs
He gets to school and goes straight to the bathroom and takes a straight shot of the white powder to his nose he tastes the heroin in the back of his tongue and falls back on the toilet seat and floats off into a heroin haze. He gathers himself and makes his way to class. As he walks through the corridor the people he despises so much stare at him as if he were a leper. He takes a seat in his art class everyone is instructed to paint a fruit bowl placed in the middle of the room, Gilante looks at the fruit bowl with disgust for such ordinary art, he takes it upon himself to paint a giant member just for the teacher to feel as damp as she had when she fucked her first rugby playing ex-husband-whose-now-fucking-a-younger-slut . at the end of the class everyone hands in there paintings and Gilante walks right up to his teacher Ms.Boucher and, she looks at Gilante with a blank expression and asks him why did you paint this for Mr banks , Gilante replies, so you can fuck yourself , he was immediately sent to the principal ( Mr Ohira )
Principals Office
he walks into the principal’s office smiling and strutting as if he had just won the Oscar for biggest smartass, the principal takes a deep breath and looks at him as if he had been shot. he asks him why is it every day I put on my suit I eat my Weet Bix I kiss my wife and I get in my car and I wonder every fucking day what the fuck your drugfucked ass is gonna do today to piss me off, Gilante looks at him with a murderous grin and chuckles, “if you weren’t such a fucking asshole I wouldn’t have to piss your fat dipshited head off every fucking day so you should fucking take your suit burn it stab your wife eat mcdonalds and slit your fucking wrist before I do it for you”, ohira grabs Gilante and swings him across the room like he’s a ragdoll, and punches the conscience out of him, the principals takes a revolver out of his draw Gilante lays unconscious on the floor the principal is on top of Gilante contemplating whether or not to shoot him. A teacher walks in and sees the situation at hand and the principals then turns the revolver up and against the roof of his mouth only to laugh and pull the trigger of gun. Gilante wakes up two hours later in a hospital with his hands cuffed to the side of his bed,
Hospitals: from gilantes POV
I lay in the hospital without a clue how I got there with my wrist clutched to the side of my bed and a sick old man in every peripheral, a cop comes in and ask me about the the balloon filled with heroin I had in my pocket I say I found it at school seeing as everyone in that piece of shit school is a fucked up junkie I think he actually believes me, I smell blood I mean lots of blood I shrug it off seeing as im in a hospital what can I expect, so the cops bring my school grades in an ask me how well I did I say straight A’s all the way sir, I can’t let them know if I had the chance id stab their daughter to death if I had the chance, he says to me look kid I know you don’t have the best cards to play with but you’re dealt them so deal with them don’t let the world anal you like it did so many others, I faint interest and he unlocks my handcuffs and lets me go.
Run the streets: Gilantes POV
As soon the cops let me go I was back at it an trying to get my hands on some needles I couldn’t use my parents seeing as there both now HIV positive and they both share I can’t take any risks’ walk into the drug store as im looking around a petite little white blonde follows me around like I gonna rob the place I plaster a fake smile and ask for some insulin she tells me to come to the front counter im not exactly nervous seeing as im only 14 and my parents could give less of a shit if I got busted, as soon as she brings the bottle up I slip in with a oh and a couple of syringes please, sure enough she wobbles back with a box of flowermine 200s a brand of syringe, I walk home.
Home sweet home: Gilantes POV
My mum and dad are asleep its 6 oclock at night there usually passed out most of the time, I walk in staring at my feet, I grab a banana and collapse on my bed ive never been more certain that everything was going to collapse in on its self, I felt sadder than I have ever in my life, I pucker up my home work from my back pack and crack out 4 hours worth of studying into 20 minutes of completing shit I already knew,
I jump in the shower green psychedelic colors spiral over the wall I watch T.V everybody loves Raymond at least I think it was, I knew what it was but I just couldn’t understand what was going on it was like I didn’t know a single thing and everything was dying, there were pictures on my wall I couldn’t help but stare at them for hours , I get up an have another shower but my energy is extremely faded, I had completely forgotten about the syringes and the copious amounts of heroin scattered around my home, , I sit in the shower for about an hour the water cold as ice but I barely even notice , so I just get out and lay in my bed isolated in every way and bad thoughts tormenting me like my dick in a vice grip,
Hangovers:
As the drugs fade away he sits up to see three him one dressed as skater one dressed as a punk rocker and one as a completely isolated junkie sitting as if they were judge jury and executioner all of the parts of his being had come to console him in his time of need , he looks at them with disbelief and asks them what they want they look at him and say you gotta kill those fucking teachers man they cant keep treating you like the do, there scum fuck said the skater, they don’t understand us says the punker.
end of chapter 1
