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Maybe it was because I had never officially been to a public school before, or maybe it was because growing up wearing nothing but Baby Phat clothing (and being a male) drastically changes you for the worst, or maybe because I had yet to experience any sexual activity (but did experience many awkward boner situations) caused me to be unprepared for my senior year in highschool, but whatever the case was, it was making this atleast ten times harder than it was suppose to be.
I was the least bit ready for this new change.
I didn't even consider myself the highschool type! I had been stuck in private school for all my life but after the divorce, I was forced to live with my whimsical mother who believed private school was a destruction of man kind and believed "a good ol southern school" would straighten me out of my father's ways and teachings. So that could be the reason why I was sitting here in an office with my mother one side of me, and my father on the other. He didn't look the least bit happy. His jaw was clenched and he refused to look at anyone but the janitor who was working outside.
"So Elliot Smith..." Dr.Brown, the principal, stated, placing his glasses on the table and looking up from the folder that was in his hand. "This is your first public school, huh?" He asked. I nodded, unaware if it was a rhetorical question or not. "Well listen here, here at Northwood Highschool we expect exceptional behavior. Yes, just like any other school we have our students that are notoriously known for their mischevious ways, but I can trust that you have better judgement than to roll with them, right?" He stated chuckling. I nodded, once again confused. He smiled at me, revealing his gold teeth that were positioned near the front of his mouth.
"You got a good kid here." He continued sending both my mother and father (who was still intrigued by the janitor) a smile.
"Thanks so much. I just hope this public school will break him out of his shell." My mother stated. I rose an eyebrow at this. I hoped she wasn't referring to this literally because I was not a "shell" kind of person. I did indeed have friends at my old school, but due to the fact that my parents continued to argue back and forth, I refused to let them come over and resulted to staying in my room ninety-nine percent of the time watching Netflix and masturbating to the glossy prints of Maxim magazines.
Dr. Brown looked down at the bookbag that was placed in my lap. "I see you are looking forward to starting today." He stated. My mother nodded for me, for in fact, it would be a blessing to be able to start next semester, even if that did mean that I had to be held back. "Well, I'll just have Nicole print out your scheduele on you'll be good-dilly!" He stated sending me a smile. "Welcome to a world of Panda's!" he stated refrencing to the school animal. I sent him a weak smile, shooting a glare at my mother (she was too blinded by the phony inspirational sayings that were printed all over the bullentin boards).
She took a step forward, placing her hands on my shoulder. "You have a great day honey." She stated, leaning forward to place a kiss on my cheeks. "Fuck, Mom." I cried, pulling away from her. "I'm a senior now, this whole kissie shit needs to stop." I stated, rolling my eyes. I glanced around making sure no one had saw anything. I didn't know much about public highschool, but according to all the movies I watched, your first impression would usually be the one that stuck with you all throughout your highschool life. I refused to be known as "that-kid-who-still-gets-kissed-by-their-mom." Satisfied that no one witnessed that, I turned back around to face her.
"I guess I'll go.
