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I FEEL OBLIGATED TO APOLOGIZE FOR THIS ONE. THERE IS AN ABUNDANCE OF UNNECCESSARY AND UNTASTEFUL PROFANITY. I DO HAVE REASONING FOR MY WORD CHOICE. I FEEL IT BRINGS MORE EMOTION TO THE STORY AND THE DIALOGUE I WANT, BUT FOR ANY ONE WHO IS OFFENDED I APOLOGIZE.


Predictable, life is not this way, but in a way it is. Some things are just written in stone, the things that all humans have in common, the commandments of humanity, the commandments of an imperfect society. The headlines of CNN News, everyday 24/7 it never fails predictable human instincts lie, cheat, kill, whatever all for one thing, personal gain, the ultimate temptation. Or maybe its just the media’s inflation of the actions of the few crazed individuals in our society.

What a load of bullshit. My eyes scan the paper once more. Yes, bullshit and tons of it; more and more as the words go. Who knew that one single sheet of College Ruled paper could hold so much? My paper is crap, but it won’t stop me from turning it in tomorrow morning.

Life is unpredictable, complicated, difficultly complex, and all that other dumb shit including a box of fucking chocolates. You never know what your gonna get. Fuck Forest Gump shit. Everything in my life is what it is and nothing more, one sided, simple, predictable and damn it things may never change. I mean sitting on my bed now, I can foresee every event of the day ahead of me, but the most important part of tomorrow will be handing Ms. Davies, the sociology teacher my paper.

She’ll take it right out of my hand as soon as she sees I’ve seated, take a step back moving toward the front of the aisle and read the whole paper right there. She’ll smile lightly not enough to show and say, “Very good,” right the grade on it somewhere 88-91 because she says that I only work hard enough for a decent grade not the best grade.

I walk into Ms. Davies room and sit down before she can see that I’ve just snuck in after the bell. I pull my paper out of my bag and just as I sit it on the desk top she comes and takes it. Ms. Davies takes a step back and reads through it.

“Elise see me after class.” she says catching me off guard and sits the paper on my desk.

I dread the sound of the bell, yet it rings as it always does at exactly a quarter til nine. Ms. Davies ushers me to her desk and gives me this grim look. Oh fuck, I think I might just be in trouble.

“What the hell is this?” she asks pointing to the paper I hold in my hand, “It’s crap! More then usual, but still Elise you have somehow made enough bullshit to cover the criteria and get a decent grade. Well guess what? I’m not going to give it to you. Your going to actually have to work for it. This is a good start add some details to it dig deeper.”

Worse then trouble, extra work. What the hell do I look like, frickin Einstein or something, “But Ms. Davies this took me days…”
“Bullshit! It took you a few hours last night and maybe the night before, but the next draft will take much longer because your going to do a ton of hardcore research and investigation.” she smiles deviously, “I’m going to see your full capabilities and your going to show them. Because this is going to be counted as your final grade, just this nothing else. If you don’t do it you’ll fail. If you bullshit me I’ll shit all over your very impressive GPA.”

What a shock, I can feel my jaw touching the cold tile. Is there a crack in my trusty crystal ball what is this? Then she says something I’d expect her to say in these times, “Ya feel me?”

“Whatever.” I sigh and walk out of the class. From the doorway I can see that Jaqkesia or Jay K, which is so much easier to say, Leah and Georgia or Georgie what we call her, are tripping out because I’m not at the usual spot the water fountains down the hall from each of classes where we meet to walk to class together.

“What happened?” Georgie asks me, her being the only one who notices me walk up with Jay K and Leah in a very attention consuming conversation.

Jay K asks Leah, “Do you still like Corey?”

“Nothing.” I tell Georgie, still listening to Jay K and Leah.

“No.” Leah says. What a fucking liar she is. I know for a fact that she loves that loser bitch Corey, she told me so just last night on the phone. Leah asks nervously, “Why?”

“I don’t know. Camden said that he saw him and Brooke at that party last night that’s all.” Jay K answers probably with sweaty palms because that too is a lie. Camden had e-mailed me the pictures of them. She was the one dancing all on Corey not Brooke, but Leah hates that bitch so she believes it and gets pissed quick. Are all my friends liars?

It doesn’t matter I think. I lie to them all the time and their too stupid to believe anything other then what I say. So what who gives a fuck? Brooke does. Walking up the stairs, we run right into her, literally. Leah bumps her shoulder taking the last step into the middle of the stair well.

Predictable situation, its nothing out of the ordinary we have to put Brooke in her place every passing period between classes. Usually its just an exchange of a few not so nice remarks and we’re all on our way, but Leah takes it to the next level.




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