High School Hell

Chapter One: The Buzzer And The Bully

          I am going to start my story of high school from my first day of my freshman year, in the building, as soon as I got there. I'm not going to bore you with the part about waking up on a nice, sunny Tuesday, or the part about when I fell down the stairs trying to get to the ironing board so I could get ready for the day, or how a bird pooped on my bagel before I even took a bite, or how my little brother, Bradley, ate my granola bar before I took a bite. I'm just going to start from the point where I got out of the car, looked at the Perry Bradshaw High School (PBHS) sign, and said "what the hell did I get myself into now?"

          I said to myself "what the hell did I get myself into now?", and instantly my mom goes "watch your language" like she doesn't have a sailor mouth herself. Like literally yesterday, we were playing Mario Kart and she lost to me, then she goes on this giant rampage...and I realize that's not important to the subject at all and you are starting to get bored so I will stop and get back on track. So I go to the cafeteria to get my schedule, my locker number and combination, and the name of my counselor when I see my old buddy Roger in the line.  Roger and I go way  back, like Roger and I met in kindergarten. I remember this one time when Roger threw a juice box at this one kid because...oh wait, I'm getting off track again and it's starting to get distracting. Anyway, apparently while we were talking, the line was moving and we were in the front. The counselor guy or whatever gives us our schedules and he was all like "Hi, I'm Mr. Williams. We can be best friends with each other. I can also help you with your grades and problems and we can just get along fine..." or whatever he was saying. I didn't really care, so I just left the room. When I walked out, Roger was all like "Aye bro, you should let me see your schedule to see if we have any of the same classes" and I was like "sure dude, whatever, I just want a granola bar", when out of the blue, Roger gives me a granola bar. At that moment, I felt truly blessed. So I took a gander (gander...heh) at our schedules and, as you already guessed, not only do we have all of the same classes, our lockers are right next to each other. I got locker 537, he got 538. So we went to our lockers and I open mine, when this one monster among pricks just comes and shoves me into my locker. Like, dude, what the hell? I accidentally said that "what the hell" part out loud and, as you can probably guess, Roger was like "hey man, language." I was just sitting there like "hmm....look at that wonderful locker" and next thing I know, I'm face first in it. Who wouldn't be mad? That's like waiting for Goku to go Super Saiyan, and he just uses kaioken. It's like "what a giant waste of emotions" right? Suddenly, Mr. Williams, out of nowhere, decides to scare the soul out of me by coming up to me talking about "you have 30 seconds to get to first hour or yadda yadda yadda buncho bull." I just said "whatever dude" and grabbed my items out of my backpack (backpack...heh) and closed my locker. And as soon as I did, WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!, and that's when I realized, this school doesn't have a bell, or a beep, they have a buzzer. So Roger and I arrive to first hour (45 seconds late) when our first hour math teacher, Mr. Carlson gives us assigned seats, and around me, Roger was sitting to the left, this guy named Chad was sitting in front of me, his girlfriend, Charlotte, was sitting to my right, and that freaking bully, who's name was apparently....haha...Timothy, sat behind me. First hour was a breeze, all we did was talk about what food we like, and that was it. I'm surprised that a large percentage of the class likes enchiladas. They are good though. Wait...that's what I'm forgetting....when I sat down, that Timothy guy....heh...his name is Timothy.....tried to kill me because I laughed at his name during attendance. Oh yeah, and when our first hour teacher asked us what country we would like to visit in the future, he said CALIFORNIA! HAHAHA! I don't think he knows we're in Oregon, which is in the United States! Haha, idiot. I accidentally said that part out loud so he threw a pencil box at my head, but then again, we're in high school, WHO STILL USES PENCIL BOXES! LMAO!!!. After that, it got pretty boring, so I tried to go to sleep. But as soon as I start to, WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! It was the buzzer.