The People's Story
"Dude...Shut the fuck up."
The boy closest to you says, revealing his perfect layered, pearly white-teeth.
"Fuck you!" You sneer.
"Fuck you, arsehole!" He shouts.
Most of the class stop doing what they're doing to watch you and Jason argue.
You finally pluck up the courage to introduce him to the most simple, illogical, overused word in the urban-dictionary.
"Your mom."
Some people gasp in mock-amazement.
Others just stare at you, as if you're a complete moron...
Perhaps what they say isn't so innacurate after all.
He pushes his seat away, storming over to you, he reaches out to your throat with one hand, and forcefully pushes you off your stool.
You bash your head, hard against the solid flooring. Everything becomes blurry for a brief second..
Your vision becomes focused again, and you finally decide what to do next...
The boy closest to you says, revealing his perfect layered, pearly white-teeth.
"Fuck you!" You sneer.
"Fuck you, arsehole!" He shouts.
Most of the class stop doing what they're doing to watch you and Jason argue.
You finally pluck up the courage to introduce him to the most simple, illogical, overused word in the urban-dictionary.
"Your mom."
Some people gasp in mock-amazement.
Others just stare at you, as if you're a complete moron...
Perhaps what they say isn't so innacurate after all.
He pushes his seat away, storming over to you, he reaches out to your throat with one hand, and forcefully pushes you off your stool.
You bash your head, hard against the solid flooring. Everything becomes blurry for a brief second..
Your vision becomes focused again, and you finally decide what to do next...