Life With Cobain

I walk into the class and spot him instantly. Kurt Cobain. He gives me a small smile before turning his head back to the teacher. Poor kid. I feel kinda sorry for him. His mom and dad are divorced, and he moves from house to house constantly. Hell, I heard he even sleeps under a bridge sometimes. Of course he's got his grandpa's old trailer sometimes but, seriously, a fuckin bridge? Doubt it. He basically has no friends, 'cause he was friends with this gay dude, Danny. But, his mom's a homophobe, so he can't be friends with Danny anymore. All the guys think he's gay and won't hang around with him 'cause they think he'll "turn" them. Stupid assholes. It's 1981, Aberdeen High School, Aberdeen, Washington, and Kurt Cobain is the hottest person in the gossip charts right now. Rumours spread so easily in this school. He's gay. He's mental. He's homeless. Who cares? He's just a guy after all. All these Neanderthals spouting crap about some kid. It's sick. They don't know anything about him! They think they do 'cause they know about his parents' divorce. Screw them. Nobody knows who exactly "Kurt Cobain" is, but I tend to find out.

A/N: hi guys. This is fiction.

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-Jay