Surviving High School

Best Friends : How It Starts

Chapter 1: HELLHOLE

Yep, this is exactly what it was: a hellhole. Also know as high school. Okay, sure this was a place of education. Yeah, we earned some freedom, but just an ounce. And yeah, this was the transition from the start of puberty to the start of adulthood. But that didn’t change the fact that these assholes were just so…assholes. They weren’t financially or mentally capable to care for themselves much less a child. Yet every girl in Butt-Face High had her legs open Monday thru Saturday 24-6 but had time to sing for the “Hallelujah Choir” on Sundays.

Sadly, you have to go through with this whole bullshit pattern called adolescence. And ninth grade isn’t going to make this any easier to experience. What with the overly hormone induced guys who, oops, went from star wars nerds to smoking hot studs in the span of 9 weeks.

My metaphor: if you can’t beat them, join them. I mean what else could I do after my move from Shitsville, Connecticut. I practically knew zero percent of anyone there aside from my mom, dad, brothers and sisters, and the 50 aunts, uncles, and cousins. Okay 50 is an over-statement, its more 15, but you get my point. Laurel Lake, New-Jersey was in layman’s terms: Hell on Earth.

Speaking of joining them their walked a classically cute guy with the most handsome-yet-nerdy wide framed glasses in THE world. As gorgeous as HE was, HE was far from being the “IT” guy in Bridgeton High School. HE – possibly depending on how HE dressed and how HE walked alone- was socially awkward. And also by the amount of toilet paper rolls HE held in HIS arms. HE was my new best friend. I swiftly walked towards HIM.

“Umm,” I say gesturing to the rolls in HIS arms.”You realize they have these in the bathroom. For free.”

“Oh,” HE says glancing up from HIS pile of toiletries.”Yeah, fuck that YOU can NOT PAY me to use that rotted out germ infested paper that all these shit heads use after days of unsanitation because that is all bullshit.”

“Really?” I ask thinking this is actually pretty interesting half unexpected half pure genius half gross.

“Oh, hell no.” HE says stifling a laugh.”You see I’m trying to branch out of being an über-nerd.”

“What does that have to do with toilet paper?”

“I’m turning this jail cell into something more interesting. Argo the toilet paper. In short I am TPing Bridgeton High School.”This statement came with an ADORABLE sideways smile.

“Oh My Jesus Cree.” I muttered and before I can stop myself I grabbed a few rolls of toilet paper from HIM. “Your soooo adorable.” HE answers that with the same G-gorgeous grin.”I mean, you your-your like a frigging genius! I’m going to help you. GO BullPitts!”

HE laughs oh God HIS laugh “Umm… we’re the Bulldogs but way to show school spirit.” And there’s a dimple.”SEBASTIEN ALENSTISKY Freshmen.”

“ARYANA MESHER Freshmen. Actually this is my first day but uhh…SEBASTIEN ALENS- ALENST-“

“ALENSTISKY.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s kind of a mouth full.”

“Yeah,” he gestures into the school.”I’m going to put these in the supply closet soo I‘ll see around.” Followed by a wink. He quickly swept the rolls of paper from me.

One friend down a whole posse left to go. I was on the new friend high. It didn’t help that he was super cute. Not really boyfriend material but he could become very habit forming for me. Walking thru the halls of Bridgeton High School, though, emotionally bruised my ego. All the sneers the what is SHE wearing comments proved that girls were just bitchy everywhere you went. Though this sometimes was hard to suffer through, I had seen worst. I’d rough these bitches up. I’d been through the Hitler’s, Mussolini’s, and Stalin’s of the high school popularity ladder. And I, was the American government: nosy yet affective.