I was going to skip, but then I remember the greatest thing… COMMUNITY SERVICE!! – Bite me. During my wonderful trash picking lunch, I learned something very important. People at King High are scum. I angrily jabbed the sharp utensil into a Hershey’s wrapper. Filth, they’re all filth. Oh man, I sound like the crazy janitor. See what this place does to me?!
“Ash-ley!” A dreadful beast sing-songs.

“Madison, I’m about to reenact a Saw movie on you, what do you want, chica?” I growled.

“Hey, I just wanted to tell you that my trash looks good on you.” I dropped the pike (maybe I should have kept it though, Madison is use to havingthings jabbed in her.) Turning around on the heel of my Converse I marched over to slut and co.

“Shouldn’t you be getting tested for HIVS or something? Just scurry off now.” I smirked. “Better yet, why don’t you ask one of the jocks to give you a ride?”

SMACK.

“Oh hell no!” I lunged at the Latina.

“MADISON! Your hair!” Someone yelled. I hit her a couple of times.

“I always figured you for a bottom.” I sneered.

“What are you trying to do rape me? Get off fagot!” My eyes hardened. I landed a nice sucker punch to her jaw and she shrieked. Her followers had backed off a while ago. No one was gonna save her.

“Really want fagot to be your last word?” I went to hit her again.

“Ashley no!” Two arms wrapped around my waist; warm breath heated my neck. “No, Ashley.” She said softly in my ear. “She’s not worth it.” My chest was heaving and Spencer kept her arms around me. My brow was furrowed and my fists were clenched tighter than my jaw, but I knew it was over. “Let’s go.” She tugged softly on my hand and pulled me to the parking lot. She maneuvered us to my mustang, gently pushing me into the front seat, then moved over to the passenger’s side. “Let’s just get out of here.”

I couldn’t agree more. Turning on the radio, we pulled out of King High.

Alone in his own zone, cold and he don’t care
He’s a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin’ dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he’d prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he’s mad so he’s talkin’ back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There’s no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on…