A Sunset of Rage

Chapter 17

Damien was hanging out at Frederic's house. Woollen was being annoying, barking constantly.
"STOP!" Damien hollered, his blood pressure peaking.
"Dami, look at my painting," Frederic said happily, holding out his special painting of Negan fused with a capybara. Damien gagged on vomit.
On Frederic's wall were tacked the outcome quizzes from Mrs. Siebert's "Special Financial Algebra For Special Kids"™. It was the funnest class of the year. They had a lot of fun learning algebra that was financially modified for their incompetent brains. Hey, do you guys want a flashback? Here's a flashback.

    *capybaras trot across screen to create flashback*

"Dami, how do you solve this problem?" Frederic asked curiously, pointing.
"Frederic, that's a rib b q sandwich."
"Hello class!" Mrs. Siebert greeted, walking in happily. The kids just kind of sat there. She made a joke. Only Frederic laughed. Awkward.
"I'm like a latte. SMALL AND BITTER!" Damien yelled, disrupting class. His angst was disruptive.
"And brown," Frederic added.
"RACIST!" Damien hollered.
"Get out desmos. We're inputting a new formula," Mrs. Siebert ordered.
"No. I'm inputting a knife in my heart," Damien mumbled.
"Damien, you can talk about your future, mother unapproved tattoos later. Right now we're learning math," Mrs. Siebert smiled condescendingly.
"I did goodly on the outcome quiz," Frederic chuckled, holding up his quiz. All 0s, like always. Well, I guess he did get a 1 on one.
"Frederic, will you please read question one?" the happy, yet judgmental, teacher asked.
"Sal has three dead bodies. He hangs them up on the tree outside. His dad takes down two. How many does he have?" Frederic read cheerfully.
"Mm, nice try, sweetheart. It actually says, look on the tax chart for your tax amount," Mrs. Siebert said awkwardly.
"Ugh. I'm being held back by societal conformity," Damien complained, coloring his pencil black with sharpie. No colors were allowed around him.
A child slave with a pass came in. It was for Damien. He trudged out the door, trying to be as overdramatic as possible. Frederic waved at him as he left. Nice fail, fool.
"Ha. You'll never be as edgy and hardcore as me," Elijah bragged, tipping his fedora.
Damien soon arrived at the guidance office. A common place for the emos. He was directed to Mr. Smither's room. This felt like more than a rescheduling for geometry appointment.
"Hello, Mr. Cornelius," Mr. Smithers greeted.
"Name's Demon," Damien corrected, mumbling so his pain could be felt through his words.
"Interesting. Today we're going to talk about suicide. Do you want to commit suicide?" Mr. Smithers smiled.
"Yes. I love death. I am death. I'm a walking skull," Damien nodded.
"Hm. You see, our school has diagnosed you as mentally unstable. We might have to send you to an institution if you don't cease your slightly homicidal edgy behavior," Mr. Smithers informed.
"What?! So I don't even have the freedom to be emo?!" Damien shouted.
"Sorry, but we're going to have to sign you up for special needs classes until your death fetish subsides. Please understand that this is for the greater good of the children," Mr. Smithers said.
Damien combed his slick, flippy hair with his fingers. No. This couldn't be. He was by far the most intelligent child in the whole school. He couldn't just have his emo privileges revoked.
"My apologies, Smithy. I'm afraid I'm going to have to place a demonic curse on you now," he chuckled.
"Please leave the guidance office," Mr. Smithers ordered.
Ah, passing period. The kids flowed charmingly through the hall. Damien blushed grayly as he spotted her. Yes, her. It was like...a dream. No, better. A nightmare. A gothic, dark, nightmare. Jadelyn. Jadelyn Demona Puffey. Perhaps today, he would have the nerve to speak to her.
"G-Good day to you, Jadelyn," he bowed respectfully.
"Heh," Jadelyn chuckled awkwardly.
"Dami!" Frederic chirped, jarringly interrupting the romantic moment.
"D*mmit Frederic! I was getting somewhere!" Damien yelled.
A petty midget (no, not Damien) punched Frederic. "THAT'S FOR MY RIB B Q!" he screamed.
"Oats!" Frederic winced.
"It's ooch, Frederic," Damien corrected.
He turned back to his love. "Rawr," he said seductively, winking.
"My emo tingling," Jadelyn replied.
"Dami, you two are so romantic together," Frederic complimented.
"F-Fool! You're ruining the mood!" Damien yelled.
"No. The mood was already ruined," Jadelyn input. Damien blushed. Her blunt honesty was just alluring.
"GET TO CLASS!" Mr. Chive screamed in his unnervingly shrill voice.
Damien raised his stubby middle finger politely. No one could tell him what to do. Upon seeing this, Mr. Chive stomped over, getting furious.
"I'LL BREAK YOUR SKULL, A**HOLE!" he threatened.
"Wow, bullying!" Frederic commented. Mr. Chive pushed him onto the unkempt carpet.
End of flashback.

"Dami, we're going hunting for deepwater jews," Frederic announced.
"NO!" Damien hollered.