Carl Gallian
Alex Brown is such a stoner scumbag, and I wish I never had to talk to that filthy son of a bitch again. He owes me thirty bucks though, and I don’t plan on letting him off the hook about it. That and he hangs out with Steve Joyce at this crack house downtown, and they get the best weed. They took me with them once. That was the time that Steve Joyce tried cocaine, which he claims he hasn’t done since. I had never been so scared in my entire life. One of those fucking niggers wasn’t wearing a shirt, and had a fucking gun tucked into his pants!
The bell rings, and I have to go to Health this period. I ask Alex if he has my money, but he tells me it’s out in his van. I tell him that I’ll come out and get it after school. I’m pretty much resigned to the fact that I’m never going to see my money again. I asked the son of a bitch to get me some weed the next time he was downtown. He told me that those niggers had lost all their supply in a big drug bust, and he couldn’t get any. I took this to mean that he had smoked (and probably snorted) away all my money, and hasn’t been able to get it back.
I stomp off, going downstairs to where the Health room is located between the boys’ locker room and the nurse’s office. Mr. Peters is standing outside the door, greeting people as they come in. He’s such a funny little man. He’s kind of like Bob Saget in Full House. I say hello to him and go in, taking my seat in the back.
The rest of the class trickles in and the bell rings. Mr. Peters is one of the most animated people I’ve ever seen. He’s almost running around the front of the room. We’re learning about child development (which I’ve heard I’ll be learning the exact same material next year in psychology). Next week, we have to carry around a sack of flour like it’s a fucking baby. I remember the first time I saw that shit when I was a freshman. Me and my friends laughed so hard over people organizing ‘babysitters’ and shit. For fuck’s sake! Kelly, my girlfriend, who isn’t taking the class until next year, when we’re seniors, is so excited about the whole thing. She offered to babysit it anytime I needed. I told her she could have the thing all week, because she would need to get ready for if we ever had real kids. She hit me for that. I guess it’s not that bad, it’s only a week.
When the bell rings, Andrea Cummins is walking by. She tells me how Tim Boyle dumped his girlfriend last night so he could get with her. When she shot him down, Tim went running back to his girlfriend and told her he was so wrong. The dumb bitch finally gave in and let him have sex with her. He had been trying so hard to get in Jen’s pants forever. He should have tried dumping her a long time ago.
Andrea goes off with Carla Franke, and I go upstairs to math.
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