Slap Jack 1-1 edited by moo ! TY

Slap Jack 1-1 edited by moo ! TY

The moon is shining bright in the cloudy night sky, I run through the forest thinking about how stupid I was for ever getting into this mess. ‘Man I’m an idiot’ I think, a single tear running down my face. ‘I should have known better that to expect anyone was there for and that someone actually liked me I’m so stupid.’ I trip and fall to the ground, my ankle clearly sprained. The pain shoots through my leg, sobs begin to run down my face. ‘Am I really going to die ? Is really over now?’.
I think about my in emanate death. I pick myself up and start to walk, with a limp, then sit down with my back to a large willow tree and stare up at the full moon. Its beauty is one of the few things that are nice about this entire ordeal. It’s light is all around me.
I can see the dark shadowy image of my death walking slowly toward me. As I see my death walking slowly closer I think back to the days in my normal high school life . I was oblivious of the darkness that surrounded me everyday.

I walk into my little high school looking at all people running around like roaches. Mindless and only following there naturally programmed routine. Even though I can see the average and repeating nature of this school I still walk on following my own programmed thoughts and routines. ‘God I hate this place.’. The boring normal days transcend into normal boring week, and the normal boring weeks turn into normal boring months-You get the picture. I’m living a normal average life, with normal average people doing normal average things. I just wish life was more interesting, you know? Is that so much to ask for?
I think of all of this as I’m walking through the crowded halls. I see jocks wearing there football jackets leaning against my locker. Then I see all the emo kids, with there stupid makeup on, all grouped around each other hugging, crying, cutting and all that emo shit. I look to my left to see a few of my ex-girl friends standing there all in there preppy shirts and pants. It really sickens me thinking back to the little preppy I used to be.
Yes, I was your normal jack-ass prep. I wore name brand clothes, played on every sport you can talk about, and picked on every geek, nerd, or weakling I saw. Now I’m that weird guy that everybody avoids if at all possible, except for the few brave individuals I call my friends. Finally, I make my way into a not-so-crowded cafeteria, where all of my friends meet up every day. ‘ ing roaches.’
First, I see my friend, Nick, a very fit, but way-to-skinny guy, wearing a dark trench coat with today’s random metal band t-shirt. His hair is black and spiked up as usual. He was one of the few people I could keep a conversation going with, because he is one of the few people who had the same IQ as me.
Next to him stands his girlfriend, Marry, a beautiful girl with brown hair. She wore a plaid skirt with a black dress shirt, she looked like a very sexy school girl that would kick your ass if you came within 3 feet of her. Although she came off as rough, or mean, she had a heart of gold and was more than trustworthy.
Then there were the two sitting on the table, Jessica, and Stephany. Those two were my best friends in the world, they had been so since first grade. Even though I was a jerk to most people like them, I had always been kind to these two, they were just my kind of people I guess. Jessica is the kindest nicest person I know. One time she cried over a bee sting, not because it hurt her, but because she knew the bee would die. Then there is Stephany. She was, by far, the cutest girl in my eyes . She was skinny, had natural black hair, and pale white skin. Easily my ideal woman, but she was complicated . She was always so distant, and rarely came out of her shell. All the same I fell head over heels in a never ending crush on her.
I walked over and sat next to Stephany, and started talking about a movie we were planning on going to see, but probably wouldn’t because, for some reason, whenever its just me and her doing something she always cancels at the last minute, and I end up calling Jessie and we go out on a friendly date, me paying of course. I can already see the look of worry on Jessie’s face. She knows I’m in love with Stephany, and she knows how I get when she cancels on me. I always turn into a mess after she cancels a date, but I still try, and try to get that first date with her.
“So, we are going out tonight at ten, and I’m picking you up at ten, then we are coming back to your house, where a bunch of your friends, that I’ve never met, are coming over, because your parents are out of town this weekend?”
Stephany looked at me with her beautiful smile showing and said “Yep, this time I promise I’ll be there,”. Then she moved closer to my ear and whispered “and this time I’ll make up for all tough times I skipped out on you.“.
My cheeks must have been the brightest shade of red they have ever been, because it felt like they were on fire. I had never thought that she ever really even cared about the fact that she hurt me when she had canceled our dates, but now she talks about making it up to me! I felt for the first time that I actually might have a chance with being with this girl as more than a friend. Though, deep down, I could still kind of felt like it was going to end badly.
Just then, the bell rang and all of us little cockroaches scurried to our classes. I had to go to chemistry first, a boring class that I could pass in my sleep (which I did). I’m the top science student in this school and state . I placed highest in the state set up test last year, and got a scholarship.
There was a clear sign of separation in the class room. All the preps, geeks, emos, and country bumpkins sitting at there own little tables, talking about there little fads, or talking about how emo they really were. Almost saying ‘No, I’m more emo, cause I cut my wrist.’. I get a slight smile on my face and walk to my seat all the way in the back, alone, at my own table, it wouldn’t be a long until the solitude that I love.
A new guy walks up to the table, and looks at me for about a second and sits down.
He dressed like a prep. I already hated him. If he tries to start some stupid conversation with me, I think I’m going to show him why people don’t sit with me. He sat there, silent for about five minutes.
Then the teacher walked in, and said with a much to chipper voice “Good morning students, I hope you all are ready to end this miserable thing called school!”.
Mr. Sallee was an over weight man that, when it came right down to it, was a very funny, yet depressing individual. He was by far my favorite teacher, but sometimes he hates me because I prove him wrong in class, a lot.

The last day of school, what a nice day! Just relaxing all day, not having to do anything but sit and watch some boring movie, about some annoying guy trying to find some girl and save her from the evil warlord. As usual he chooses a stupid movie, that’s completely irrelevant to science . The kid who sat down next to me kept staring over at me like I was something abnormal. I was kind of tired today, so I didn’t feel like starting a fight, but he wouldn’t stop staring. It was really getting under my skin.
I look over to meet his eyes and he quickly turns to face the movie. ‘He really was looking at me it wasn’t in my head at all!’ It kind of me off. Then he did the same thing two more times. That was it for me so I said “Why do you keep looking at me then turning away? Its not polite to stare you freaking fruit basket, looking at me thinking some queer thoughts.”
He turned to face me, his face red, and he said “ Its a free country, and I can look at who ever I choose, and, no, I wasn’t thinking queer thoughts about you. I was thinking about how off you look on the last day of school. Shouldn’t you be happy?”. His words actually shocked me. I had expected him to either, ignore me and shut up, or say something completely retarded, but he actually came up with a good answer. My mind went blank, but I was saved by the bell. I just got up gave him a dirty look and said “ I am happy, I’m happy because I wont see you till next year.“.
The bell rang, signaling the second period math . I got there to find that the class room was just like a party, except this party didn’t have the beer (this depressed me greatly). I see everyone in there little clicks, as usual. I head to my normal seat, after kicking some stupid freshmen out of it, sat down, and started to listen to my I-pod. I listen to a little of everything, except for country crap, but other than that, I listen to everything else like techno, metal, rock, or rap. As I listen to some random techno song, the world around me disappears into a dream land.