Mental

Chapter 1

4/13/1996Taylor ross

The name that was given to me when I came into this very experimental world. And was pretty much known by everyone. I had gone to bed terribly late the night before and the only thing that was to blame was the iced coffee I had at 9 pm. I don't know what it is about cream and sugar but if I was a broke addict I'd definitely stick that into my veins quickly. I was sitting in the study hall watching the clock, just ticking, seeing if maybe the strength of my stare could freeze it just once.Coraline came around me, of course wearing her beggar-puppy eyed face,

" Hey, Taylor" she gushed.

" Coraline?" I groaned.

" oh, don't act like you didn't notice my shirt!.

She was wearing a cut-up Ramones shirt that honestly should've been reported to the principal as soon as she stepped onto the school gravel. " apart from your tits that you flash to the whole school, yes I guess the shirt is lovely for once"

" Thanks, dipshit, god you always find a way to delude praise, especially of my high caliber"

I pulled my hoodie over my head, pulled on the strings and lowered my head to the stable until it finally banged, 

" The only thing high right now is the number of nerves you can reach every time you talk to me," I sighed.

" high score?"

" Coraline, what do you want anyway? Cigarette? Lighter? A dollar?"

I said as I pulled the hoodie off while combing my hair towards the back of my head with my hand.If I knew one thing about Coraline it's that she was barely noticed in a crowd of people unless you had something she wanted, it was a love-hate relationship with her, I hated her when she would annoy me about drama and beg for my homework, but I missed her when she skipped school.

" for your information you dirty cunt, I was intrigued by the geometry homework you so gladly finished and thought you would like to share with mama maybe "

" go ahead take it, why didn't you do the homework anyway?" I asked, for the thousandth time, to see what her answer was going to be because remarkably they were all different every time I asked

" It was a scary movie night at my house so I slept with Michael Myers"

"You wish "

"Yes, yes I do." she smiled as she walked away, happy that she got her way.

The rest of the day was boring, the only memorable thing was the creepy kid dropping his occult-looking books all over the lunch floor. Well, he also had a porno- magazine and as you could imagine, he looked terribly embarrassed. I felt bad but also, why bring it to school? In all honesty, the girls at my school were not jaw-dropping. They were simple, sweet vegetable headed pieces of meat who were always in competition for no apparent reason. In my opinion, all the hot girls were on the other side of town where they would reside with the rich kids who were driving around in their dad's Mercedes. I was only a sophomore, barely 16 and the only thing I had to my name was my guitar that was paid for by my mother and the bike that I built from scratch. As you can tell I was barely anything close to a prize. My biggest goal in life at that very moment was to get a very good-looking girlfriend that I could share all my wildest thoughts with and you know, also try all that stuff on the tv I've been watching since I was 13. Life was simple as it should be, and now I realize how much I really wish it would have stayed that way. Coraline and I are still best of friends I think.