Yours

Max and I walk down the halls of the house of revulsion going to our lockers that Max paid a teacher to have right next to one another. Max also paid someone so that we could have the same schedule. God isn’t money grand. I have it on great authority that was a very easy task. Walking as fast as possible to said locker to grab paper and a pen and whatever book the teacher that is soon to die by my hand sends me for anyway if I don’t show up with. If I’m just going to sleep through class anyway why do I need a pin and paper? God sometimes these teachers just don’t think. On the way to class I spot a few of bottles making out. With teachers just standing by like they saw nothing, but I guess when those students have parents that pay for certain teachers bonuses then it just doesn’t matter. Hmmm and Max doesn’t understand my need for violence. Probably because none of those teachers would look at him wrong let alone scream or slap him. I personally don’t have that cushion like that. Though Max is my best friend he can’t always be there. Like every time I need to take a piss, can he stand at my side to make sure a bottle doesn’t push my ever so sensitive head into the toilet? There is a reason why I hold it till I get home. Ewe like do you know what goes in there? After getting to our class and setting in our normal place in the back corner. The bell then rings annoyingly and surprised that it rang after he got there for the firs time this week Alex smiles then lays his head on his desk to go back to sleep. Max just laughs he seems to think that I have narcolepsy or something like that but I tell them I’m just blasé with old snotty Mr. Navarro. Luckily when I made my schedule last year I tried to pick only the classes that I thought would scare a jock. So what if I take home ec and there is nothing but girls in there. Give me a giggling girl over a spit ball shooting stink ball. Mr. Navarro blabs on and on about some dead poet and then a nock comes to the door. "Ah ... they are here" said Mr. snotty. I can here footsteps ...."Class here is a few new students some that actually deserve an education" he says after a look in my corner. 'old fart' I whisper Max smiles as I open my eyes to check out the newbie’s... "WWWWOW" I whisper to max pointing..."those guys could make up their own football team. I totally want in on that team. UM does any body need a water boy? What does a guy have to do to be the water boy?