Somewhere in the streets of Sunnyvale, California, lived the Yahoo! Company. There in the HQ, was an Academy. Gaudy shades of creme white and silk purple, with lime green coated the 26-story building. The Academic alone was nearly over 45 acres!
But nearly 200 Adolescents were chosen to reside in the Adolescent neighborhood. The ride from Texas, to Maryland, to even England, was hell. But it was worth it now. The entire time, our bus driver nagged on as teens rolled their eyes or argued back. Some chuckled, but it was a bit agitating.
"Teens why you all be complaining about this wait? Its just 400 hours so far imma bus driver! I've sat longer and I gotta deal with sleep apnea! You all are spoiled. AM I RIGHT?"
"DAMMIT NO YOU ARE NOT RIGHT!!" Some dude hollered from the back, followed by roars of laughter.
We all wore name tags, which mine read, "MCRFan/Ana" The girl next to me was passed out, and her name read, "Rawr/Michelle".
But the wait ended as we finally pulled into a vivacious neighborhood, designed for teens especially. I found some graffiti of rather bad images, brick alleys, and golden rings on the ground..? Oh well.
"Teens you are finally here. Are you all happy?", Staten asked. We sorta got used to him, as our replies were still groans of backpain and starvation.
"Then get off the bus teens". And so we did. With luggages and tote bags slung over our shoulders, I spotted some diverse teenagers. One was a girl with a Pierce the Veil tank top and piercings, another a strawberry blonde chick, wearing a One Direction shirt. Another one was a tall guy with basketball shorts and headphones around his neck.
Everyone was confused and searching around for their dorm. Apparently, I shared the My Chemical Dorm dorm with these kids named Angelykah, Cheyanne, Grant, and Melody. I had the keys and began searching for them, until--
"EWW!! I STEPPED INTO A USED CONDOM!! Ugh get that stuff off me. Ew, getitoffgetitoffgetitoff!" This blonde Brit winced and flapped her wrists. Then, another teen threw a hissy fit over some heart graffiti.
"Sorry! My bad for the condom." The Sex Ed teacher came to the rescue and picked up the used mess.
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Well I already have a first impression of this school, and the actual education begins tomorrow.
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Yes, sorry for the horrible writing skills. It's midnight here and I can't clearly focus. Ripped Pants is up for next chapter!
