Pete
I'll admit I'm a violent person.
I wonder who I should pass the throne down to when I graduate.
I mean, I'm assuming I'll graduate.
I may not for whatever the fuck reason. I don't know.
I mean, who do I trust enough to give the power to? It also can't be another senior.
Shit.
Maybe that kid Brendon. He's a Freshman but he'll be a Sophomore next year and I was a Sophomore when I started this shit. Well,
me and him started this shit.
He was a freshman when he started the Soul Punk blah blah fag gang so I'm sure a dope Sophomore who's a linebacker and heading towards quarterback and has a hot thot for a girlfriend can run this kingdom as well as I can.
I'll always be the original though, the oc. It's my damn legacy.
Everyone remembers George Washington, but no one remembers the second president. Like who the fuck even was the second president? I don't know, do you know? No, you don't.
Uh, all I want to do is play c.o.d. and drink beer with my dog next to me. I hate this whole hierarchy thing. Like what's the fucking point? It's four damn years that no one gives a shit about unless you peaked. For the rest of people it's just four horrible years that will always remind you how mean, or judgmental, or sad, or broken, or going through a phase, or awkward, or in pain, or drama-thirsty, or a bully, or angry, or how full of anxiety, or how dumb, or tired, or dead you are.
But that's all dumb.
We need hierarchy, I guess. I don't fucking know, and more importantly I don't care; because this is my school and it's under my control. Well again...
He has half of it. I fucking HATE HIM.
WHAT'S WITH HIM AND HIS DRAMA AND HIS DAMN SASS, HE DOESN'T THINK.
And I hate him.
And every time I see his stupid porcelain face I want to hit it with my fist and tell him how stupid he is.
And I'll admit I'm a violent person.
But I can't every lay a finger on him because of some kids in Soul Punk kingdom. Like all kingdoms, royalty has guards. The Young Bloods and Soul Punks don't have specific people who do the job, but in both groups it's pretty obvious which kids have the guts.
For us it's Travis, or Travie (as everyone calls him.) It's also Brendon, the freshman I mention earlier, and his friend Dallon. Travie and Brendon are both jocks, and Dallon is a pretty plain dude who looks like a jock but he hangs around the scene kids. He's also really fucking tall.
For him and the Soul Punks it's kids named Bob, an old emo who swapped sides and has anger issues. Hayley, an artist, a singer—she's sweet, but bitter too and no one should underestimate her because she will kill you. Also this brainiac goth called Gerard and his "friend" Frank. I think they're fuck buddies though.
But anyway, like any kingdom, guards protect their royal leader(s); and if I gave him a scratch on his damn hand, his "guards" would be on me like glue on a get-well card.
Sigh.
He's stupid with his brunette hair and his kind blue eye. And the dumb hats he wears all the time, I haven't seen him without a fedora or baseball cap in weeks. Him and his dumb laugh, and his dumb face. I hate his face. The thick-ass Black glass he wears-wait. Does he still wear those? He hasn't as of recently. Did he get contacts? Maybe...probably.
I hate Patrick Stumph.
He always makes me out to be the bad guy.
And, well, I'm not.
So fuck you, Stumpy gay.
Fuckin' fag.
