Rebel With A Cause -BOYXBOY-

Prologue

          They hate me because they don't understand me, yet they don't take the time to get to know me. It used to bother me before but now, I couldn't bloody give two fucks. Who needs people? People are like poison, they slowly make their way to your heart, hurting you as they go along, until eventually, you're nothing but a shell.  

          It's life though, you just have to get on with it until you reach your destination; six feet under.

          But until then, you have to go to school, study, get a degree, get married, have children. That's the way they want it to go but, who really abides by the rules? Rules are meant to be broken, they're made to be broken. 

          In fact, I'm breaking one of them right now, wait, make that two. 

          I'm meant to be at school but instead, I'm sat on a log, in the woods, smoking. I'm not allowed to smoke either, I ain't eighteen yet. 

          But, big whoop. I'm gonna eventually die, weather I smoke or not. Smoking just makes the process of death a little faster, which I ain't complaining about. 

          You might think I'm a hypocrite when you read my next few sentences but, like I said before, you don't know me, you don't understand me, so I can say whatever the fuck I please.

          Some of you might be thinking that I'm some "wannabe thug" but I ain't. I ditch school, not because I hate learning, but, firstly, because I hate the idea of just sitting there. They think we're robots. They drill information into our heads until it's the only thing we remember. That ain't the way learning should be. They've taken all the fun out of it. 

          Teachers think that because we're teenagers, the only thing that we should be focusing on, the only thing which we should be worried about are exams. But, that ain't the case. They don't understand that we have a home life and for some of us, that home life ain't very good. But, why should they bloody care eh? Caring doesn't raise their wage. 

          Secondly, I hate the people. Now this is the part where you might think I'm being a hypocrite seen as I ain't ever had a real conversation with my peers but, hear me out. My school is exactly like those school's you see in those bloody stupid American movies. Everyone's separated and if you ain't popular, then you ain't shit. The "jocks" and the ditsy cheerleaders pick on people that they think are "lower" than them but, no-ones lower than them. They're at the bottom of the fucking chain. 

          The popular's don't know life. Not the way we do. They're, what I like to call, silver spoon's. Say "You're rich," to them and I can guarantee you, their reply will be; "I'm not, my parents are." But, even if that's true, everything's still been handed to them on a fucking silver spoon. They ain't ever had to work, everything was always there. 

          Now, I ain't speaking for all of them but the ones at my school, trust me, they're exactly like this. Shallow cunts. So, I guess you could say, me and the popular's don't get along. I stay out of their way and they've learned to stay out of mine. Unless they're asking for a broken bone, then of course, they can come along. 

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