"This is most disgusting environment I've been forced to inhabit with the likes of you vermin. My entire four years of high school have led me to this moment, to utter this one sentence that even imbeciles like you can even understand. You're...all...a...bunch...of...no...good...dirty....niggers."
Earlier that day
The last day of school was technically one day after prom. It was a full week after all, and now today was Friday. Students were allowed to return to school on this day in order to ask for advice from teachers on what to do with their lives.
He decided to go back...one last time. He wanted to know whether or not the feelings he experienced last night were what he genuinely felt or if it was him still being pissed about Denise and Keith, he just knew that the anger took over and he had finally accepted it for what it was.
"I hope I don't see that bitch and treacherous nigger today. Probably won't, they're probably fucking in another bathroom stall I guess."
He made his way to every classroom and noticed they were all empty , walked up every flight of stairs with very slow steps that only served to further increase his anxiety about the future with every one he took. He walked across the path of lockers, unconsciously stopping in front of his own.
"I wonder if I can open it now. If I can't, then it's truly over. Means I'll have to move on even if I'm not mentally prepared to."
He also had another thing on his mind after yesterday's events, that text from the unknown number.
"Embrace the hate. Be our Uncle Tom nigger."
"What the hell does that even mean? What would I even find out about if I do? The disease? My true purpose in this world? Maybe I guess, but where do I even begin to find them?"
Bzzz bzzz bzzzz
"An unknown number? Again? Are these the same people that texted me yesterday?"
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"Well at least I have a location now. Know what? To avoid confusion, I'm gonna give this unknown number a name now, makes sense because they already trust me enough to give me their name anyway. So, Coo Coo Coons it is then."
He eventually made his way to his first classroom. Upon entering the room, he began to be drenched in raging river of memories, most of which aggravated him to no end. One day, he came into the class when the lights were out and scared the entire class enough to make the women get on top of their desks as if he were a rat. Another time, as he came in the class room, a male student named Rahim asked him to get under his grill to replace the charcoal for him. The last memory, the worst one of all, is when he entered the class and all of the females flocked to him saying that he would be their dark warrior in an extremely bright room.
"Yeah, fuck this school bro. I'm out."
He proceeded to walk down the stairs to the lower floors before eventually reaching the main doors and leaving, after taking a piss on the classroom floor of course.
