A Day At School ( Third Person)
A killer awoke before dawn…he put his boots on. He readied himself for the day that lay ahead, and thought of the woman that would take him there. He spent little time asessing himself, and more on rinsing the dreams from his eyes that still remained from his recent slumber. And before the last speck of sleep was purged from his hanging lids he was swiftly carried away. He arrived at his place of education early, giving him just enough time to congregate with a fellow midnight vulture. And with that, the bell tolled once again for him, giving him just enough time to lock lips with his lady. His classes could only occupy his mind so much, and for so long, it wasn’t minutes before he had brandished his camera and began snapping at will, capturing the wind dominator in action, Adam continuing to do the do, and his Comrade Cahill acting a fool.
His daily routine was thrown off during the third period, when the drill sirens wailed, rattling the bones of the school’s skeleton, normally he had no quarell with the fire drill, in fact, he was normally a known endorser of such an event, however on this day it was interupting the pot luck that was supposed to take place during the third period. He had organized the event with his friend and companion Jeff. Either way the firedrill drew more of a turnout anyway, but than again, he and his retinue had far more tasty treats, not to mention P-shaped pretzels. He comforted himself in knowing that his classroom was the only one equipped with more than ten top of the line Windows 3.1 terminals, ten more than any other classroom in the district. However, his room was although thought to be haunted by the ghost of Adam Erlich.
Lunch couldn’t have come sooner for him, he had been jonesn to talk to some more of his companions, like the Infamous Dallas, the X-Factor Chugging Jon, and the Protein – stained Brett. He was unable to take a picture of his left hand chica Shell Fish because she had gone into hiding seconds prior, such a concept still remainds baffling to some…
postin it
ARRRY!!!
Pinky signing in here for the big baheemeth bear man. Looks like hes been absent for some time now…..lazy bastard.
any-who, check this shit out, i had to get an i.d. for this G.E.D. like test im taking cause for anyone who knows me knows i dont have much luck with high schools and with that i haven’t had a school i.d. since the 8th grade. And at my tender age i have yet to get a lisence and the bastards dont accept S.S. cards so i go to the D.M. fucking V. to get my California Identification card and they say i need a actual copy of my birth certificate and to no surprise of my own my dad is cheap so only has a copy of it….lost the original apparently. so i say ok n go to city hall looking to get my certificate of birth and they so very politely tell me I NEED A FUCKING I.D. TO GET MY DAMN BIRTH CERTIFICATE!!! whats the bulldookie. So finally i ditch that whole crusade entirely and look to my other options. So i go to the school district office n they tell me i have to go up to the continuation school in san fucking Bruno im think how the fuck am i gone get there then i realize my mother is out of town and i just so happen to have the key to my busted van and just so happen to know how to drive….well better than nick anyway :). I hope in my hoopty van and roll down to peninsula high school n get a make shift i.d. card so i can get my ass up at the but crack of dawn to attempt to pass a test to get me out of the hell they call high school
uhg, and im spent
this is pinky saying
peace out cub scouts
Oh I!
Woke up 5:30 today, took my dad runnin cuz hes old and is adopting the physical features of this guy. So we went across the golden gate, crazy to see so many people up that early, all sportin the super cool ball hugging gear. Other than that, good peoples, cept for those bike people, no one likes the punk who comes up from behind you and barks “ON YOUR LEFT!.” Whatevers.
So check it out meng, my MOM bought the Outkast record, thats crazy, she bought it for herself. CRAZY, so I grabbed that shit and ripped it right quick. Been listenin to it ever since, I found out Andre 3000 really is cooler than cool…Incredible beats…The “Church” track hella reminds me of the video games they used to have at the discovery zone, anyone remember that place? That was the shit, but I duwanna even fathom what was in the bottom of the ball pit..nasty
I can’t find my frizzickin cell phone! Jeez mang, I wish someone would jus tell me they found it, and bring it over herr, or something. mmm hmmm
Oh and I forgot to tell yas bout the Spanish class dealio. So I’m headin to Spanish Wednsday and I see everyone standin outside the door with facces that were contorted with disgust. I dint really dint know what the haps werr so I stroll through the crowd into the class and I sware to jesus tapdancing christ, that was the WORST god damn smell I have ever experienced. I’m not lyin man, it was like..shitnuts roasting over an open fire. So of course, my shitass school, the one that never overlooks anything ever, decides to overlook this shiz and stuff the class fulla fans. So instead of containing the rankness to a corner, or wherever the hell it was comin from, they let it stir through the class and let the fumes slowly peel the food right outta yo mouf. Nasteee shiz. So turns out, it was TWO dead fucking rats that were rotting in the wall…turns out Rubinson ate the third one which was the reason the failed to return to the class the day following. Serves you right Miss Mole! Ya arent supposed to eat rats.
In case you were wondering what my spanish teacher looks like, check it:
Fore I go, I jus wanna give ya some good, GOOD lovin, Oh I…Oh I!..Oh Iiiiiii….