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NEW SCHOOL, NEW ME. Fucking bull shit.Who even made that nonsense up. New school, new freak, at least I'm being realistic, I thought to myself as I forced my body off my bed.
My whole life was bull shit, literal bullshit. The shittiest life anyone can ever choose to live. If I knew my life was going to be this ludicrous, I would've just aborted myself... or just stayed in my dad's ball sack. He was going to disappear anyways, why did he have to get my mom knocked up.
I dragged myself into the bathroom and stared at the mirror. The reflection of my half-dead self just made me want to stay home even more. It was a Wednesday, hump day... whatever that meant.
My mom was never in the house, unless I stayed up until when ever she came home. She was a nurse at a clinic, but I'm pretty sure most of her reasons of coming home late is that she was fucking some hophead in this god awful town. Pennsylvania. Fucking Pennsylvania.
My mother's was a pretty good mom and she had a good paying job; however, that never changed the fact that she was a whore. Guess who had to move her job in Sacramento because she was caught fucking a doctor during work hours and had to move to a shitty little town in Pennsylvania. I guess I never made any friends there anyways so I didn't mind moving... until I found out how much of a shit show this town was.
It is very ironic that I say "shit show" because nothing ever happens in this town. The fact that nothing happens is why this town is a fucking shit show. At least in California, I could get on buses and go anywhere I pleased, but here? In this little town? The only place considered fun is that jacked up old bowling alley and school. Yes, school. I haven't even been to Westinghouse High school yet. That probably says a lot.
After I spent few minutes in the bathroom, I quickly changed and ran outside to my bus stop. It was a cloudy day, and the bus didn't seem to show up anytime sooner. I sat on the pavement as I waited for the bus. Time was passing by fast until a 1978 Ford Fairmont stopped in front of me. I got myself off the floor as the guy inside the car rolled his windows down in a painfully slow pace. It took a few seconds, it was very squeaky.
"You know the bus doesn't even come to this neighborhood, right?" The guy asked. He had brown curly hair and was wearing this puke colored cardigan.
"That's great, I just wasted 20 minutes of my miserable life" I said. He motioned me to get in, so I did. What was the worst thing that could've happened? Getting kidnapped by a noodle limbed white boy?
When I got into the old car, he took another few seconds rolling his window up. Everything in the car was actually pretty nice, except for the windows. The boy turned on his radio and started to drive.
