Over the sun-singed grass and heat-cracked asphalt surrounding the halls of academic misery and social awkwardness that accompany the late teenage years of high school, the students gathered noisily and without order into the air-conditioned recesses of the recently remodeled and more recently vandalized Velmer Memorial Auditorium. The malodorous lingerings of Axe Body Spray and cheap perfume delicately mingled with a tincture of booze and pot, resulting in a smell resembling the stale air in an unopened can of sour-cream and onion Pringles.
However, none of the students recognized their own stench as he confidently climbed the auditorium steps to the podium overlooking the collective B.O. of the WestView student body.
Chip Bentley was a dick. His stride toward the lit podium conveyed the confidence and physical prowess which he utilized to condemn his impoverished, less attractive, and more generally un-chill classmates, not to mention, he also suffered from unmitigated sexism and accidental racism.
As he parted his mouth to speak, a young Korean man in the third row named Sung-woo Pak slowly and repetitively traced the name Mike in his notebook because a physical education teacher demanded that he adopt an American name because the PE instructor refused to take the time and learn to pronounce a "durn foreign word," as he put it.
Chuckling silently to himself Dave in the fourteenth row deeply carved "FAG" onto the chair in front of him completing the epitaph with a well defined arrow pointing up to the seats occupant. Dave called everyone a fag; however, he did so only to mask, quite unsuccessfully nonetheless, his own homosexuality.
Josh discreetly slid his cell phone from his deep cargo pocket and silently dialed the keypad, making the pixels on his phones display reveal a young girl, quite undressed and provocative. Although, her breasts were a mere two millimeters in diameter this fact did not stunt Joshs erection in anyway.
Mkingjy-abbib Kazeez, a young African student dubbed Joe by the PE teachers ignorance, thought longingly about the cafeterias chicken sandwiches, which were the most hospitable gift that his new home had offered.
Next to Joe sat Stayne Freedy (pronounced stain but spelled differently). The young freshman was immune to the ridicule (the same could not be said about his friend Freddy Nipple). Stayne sat solemnly, almost non-existent, causing a level of awkwardness in the atmosphere. Stayne typically had something to say, even when he had nothing to say, unfortunately for him he was still in a state of shock from a recent falling out he experienced the night before. For the past week, Stayne had boasted to his young, horny friends about his acquisition of a certain video entitled Girls Gone Wild: Sorority Edition. Stayne broke in the movie the same way most men break in adult movies.on his knees. As he shamefully fucked himself, he forgot the delicate fact that his alcoholic sister had pledged Gamma Phi Beta at a distant state college and was, subsequently, the star of the 4th scene. The scene came when he did.
As Stayne thought about going home sick, an attractive young woman sat in the front row on the verge of tears. Julia always cried. She had a bad habit of driving to school lamenting about her last relationship while listening to Air Supply. Even though her relationship ended two years ago, the love sick senior couldnt get over Dave (gay guy from earlier). She knows, as well as everyone else, that his gayness had to start somewhere and that somewhere was her. She couldnt escape the fact that she was the fabulous straw the broke the gay camels back and caused her a solid decade of emotional problems.
The women at WestView were ungodly gorgeous. This fact did not get past the school principal. His local habits of scoping for young girls on the internet were stunted by NBC. To Catch a Predator, an investigative news program that caught would-be pedophiles on the internet caused the principal to re-think his weekend habits. These wackos needed leadership. Speaking fluently and semi sarcastic, Chip decided that his ability to connect to all of these people made him the perfect voice for all the important issues that happen in a high school.
"This year, each class needs to actually think of a slogan."
Chip was commenting on a very special tradition that happens every year at WestView.
Every year, each class was to think up and vote on a slogan that best represent their class. Suffering from a lack of motivation and a classmate with an ounce of creativity, the sophomore class (now juniors) decided to wear plain white T-Shirts that proudly said nothing. Im being quite literal when I say this. It was a white T-shirt (Fruit of the Loom) anyone could buy at Wal-mart for $2.95. So, every Wednesday (Spirit Day) the sophomore class would proudly wear a plane white t-shirt that signified their complete lack of interest in anything that generates memories..(more to come).
However, none of the students recognized their own stench as he confidently climbed the auditorium steps to the podium overlooking the collective B.O. of the WestView student body.
Chip Bentley was a dick. His stride toward the lit podium conveyed the confidence and physical prowess which he utilized to condemn his impoverished, less attractive, and more generally un-chill classmates, not to mention, he also suffered from unmitigated sexism and accidental racism.
As he parted his mouth to speak, a young Korean man in the third row named Sung-woo Pak slowly and repetitively traced the name Mike in his notebook because a physical education teacher demanded that he adopt an American name because the PE instructor refused to take the time and learn to pronounce a "durn foreign word," as he put it.
Chuckling silently to himself Dave in the fourteenth row deeply carved "FAG" onto the chair in front of him completing the epitaph with a well defined arrow pointing up to the seats occupant. Dave called everyone a fag; however, he did so only to mask, quite unsuccessfully nonetheless, his own homosexuality.
Josh discreetly slid his cell phone from his deep cargo pocket and silently dialed the keypad, making the pixels on his phones display reveal a young girl, quite undressed and provocative. Although, her breasts were a mere two millimeters in diameter this fact did not stunt Joshs erection in anyway.
Mkingjy-abbib Kazeez, a young African student dubbed Joe by the PE teachers ignorance, thought longingly about the cafeterias chicken sandwiches, which were the most hospitable gift that his new home had offered.
Next to Joe sat Stayne Freedy (pronounced stain but spelled differently). The young freshman was immune to the ridicule (the same could not be said about his friend Freddy Nipple). Stayne sat solemnly, almost non-existent, causing a level of awkwardness in the atmosphere. Stayne typically had something to say, even when he had nothing to say, unfortunately for him he was still in a state of shock from a recent falling out he experienced the night before. For the past week, Stayne had boasted to his young, horny friends about his acquisition of a certain video entitled Girls Gone Wild: Sorority Edition. Stayne broke in the movie the same way most men break in adult movies.on his knees. As he shamefully fucked himself, he forgot the delicate fact that his alcoholic sister had pledged Gamma Phi Beta at a distant state college and was, subsequently, the star of the 4th scene. The scene came when he did.
As Stayne thought about going home sick, an attractive young woman sat in the front row on the verge of tears. Julia always cried. She had a bad habit of driving to school lamenting about her last relationship while listening to Air Supply. Even though her relationship ended two years ago, the love sick senior couldnt get over Dave (gay guy from earlier). She knows, as well as everyone else, that his gayness had to start somewhere and that somewhere was her. She couldnt escape the fact that she was the fabulous straw the broke the gay camels back and caused her a solid decade of emotional problems.
The women at WestView were ungodly gorgeous. This fact did not get past the school principal. His local habits of scoping for young girls on the internet were stunted by NBC. To Catch a Predator, an investigative news program that caught would-be pedophiles on the internet caused the principal to re-think his weekend habits. These wackos needed leadership. Speaking fluently and semi sarcastic, Chip decided that his ability to connect to all of these people made him the perfect voice for all the important issues that happen in a high school.
"This year, each class needs to actually think of a slogan."
Chip was commenting on a very special tradition that happens every year at WestView.
Every year, each class was to think up and vote on a slogan that best represent their class. Suffering from a lack of motivation and a classmate with an ounce of creativity, the sophomore class (now juniors) decided to wear plain white T-Shirts that proudly said nothing. Im being quite literal when I say this. It was a white T-shirt (Fruit of the Loom) anyone could buy at Wal-mart for $2.95. So, every Wednesday (Spirit Day) the sophomore class would proudly wear a plane white t-shirt that signified their complete lack of interest in anything that generates memories..(more to come).
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