Treesome

The First Day of Hell

     Today is the day. I am finally a Sophomore in high school.
     "Alpaca, honey! You need a heathly breakfast before you even think about flirting up some more chicks at the new school!" mom yells.
     "Oh, don't worry, mom I'll get all the ladies." I respond in confidence. "Oh heck naw! You don't just did say that Ala! Boy I might as well come up them stairs and beat yo sorry behind right here, right now!" cousin Harold yells back at me. Just ignore him and get dressed. This is where it all begins, huh? I mean, I've already heard terrible things about this school as well, everyone knows, and everyone's heard of this place before. It's literally called Hell High for a reason. Fucking horrible name if you ask me.

I walk down the steps in the new uniform, which is ridiculous that alpacas or llamas need to wear such things. I eat my breakfast after my ears are bleeding, thank you family, really, thank you. "You should respect women more you know that? It really pisses me off." Dad starts. Oh no. "What have I done? I totally show my respect for women! They're the ones who don't respect me! You're the one who doesn't respect them, and besides..." I pause,  "You don't know the half of it!" I yell back. "Do not raise your voice at me young man!" Dad yells raising his own voice more than mine. "Gentlemen..." Mom calms, attempting to soothe the two. "I have known you longer than mom so I have been there when you were doing unspeakable things with other wome—" I'm cut off. "And I think it's nearing time for the bus, don't wanna be late now do we?" He laughs nervously. "Doing what?" Mom says astounded "Oh he's just spouting nonsense as always, you know him." Dad explains, then looks back at his newspaper as if all is normal. "You head along Alpaca, daddy and I need to talk." Said mom signaling me to get the hell out. And I'm off to school.

     "Hey, look! It's the new kid riding on our bus thinking he owns the place!" ??? snarled. "Yeah, who let you on this bus? You sure y'a choose the right school? Because, and I'm just saying, your type ain't gonna survive a horrid place like this." ??? saying commenting off after dickward. "..." I responded in silence. Now everyone, except the driver obviously, is staring at me, murmuring inaudible stuff about me, and that's all normal shit, but one. One is sitting with his small, sad, posse staring at me, but now that I'm looking towards him, ones turned away. Strange. I let my guard down to get some sleep, but then all the giggles are shushed. Finally some peace and quiet, guess they got bored already. Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack, silence. I open my eyes to see a girl, not the average looking chick though. She's got a short pixie cut, a sliver color, and a purple streak going through the center of it, other than that she's a pretty hot alpaca. I whistled "Who let me on the bus? Who let you on the bus Ms Annette Boucher." as I said this I saw my peers acting as if neither of us are longer there. She widened her eyes, and started walking back. Okay, now time for— "Ack! Urg... Y-you pig," I wheeze gasping, "w-what the hell was t-that?" D-did this weak girl really just kick me! I ought to give this slut a piece of my— "Oh nothing," she speaks, "just that, I'm sorry, I didn't know you're actually an insensitive bastard." under her breath. She sits down, and it's silent, but you can definitely feel the tense vibe throughout the rest of the ride. I'm going to kill someone Tonight.

     "And that is the reason why we have the roof over our heads today." Mr. Jeff finished at long last. Riiiiing, riiiiiing, riiiiiiing.
     "Ah, that would be the bell class, so get out." demanded Mr. Jeff. Everyone crowds out the doors like a bunch of starving animals to lunch. Some how I have survived school for this long.

"That'll be $11.99." says Ms. Piggy. "What! That's outrageous!" I exclaim "It's 3 chicken nuggets and orange juice! You shouldn't even be able to get away with such robbery!"
"Take it or leave it kid, I don't make the rules. Now you gonn' pay or no lunch for you!" she says, obviously isn't going to spare me. I give my lunch back, and walk away feeling like a freshman again, a clueless idiot. I sit in the back, alone, my tears drowning in the crowds of popular fuckboys and fuckgirls. I miss Jackson. But before I have a mental break down, someone taps my shoulder. "Fuck off." I demand. "Oh, okay." They laugh as if they believe I'm deaf, or retarded— Slpash! "Oh what the—" I say in panic. I hear snickers, and turn around because I'm about to beat someone's ass, but no suspects. I don't bother searching for more trouble, and I spend the rest of lunch alone, and before I know it the bell is ringing, and I'm off to class again without even bothering to ask for a change of clothes. The rest of the day is how you'd expect it to go, I didn't even realize it was time to go. Sigh, guess I'll have to wait to see how tomorrow is.

Great I'm back on the bus again before I even get a chance to process the school day. Can't wait to see what my family has waiting for me at home today, or what the bus may have coming for me. "Hey, come with me will y'a, punk." ??? snarled. Fucking. Called. It.