I walked that road. The road that all must walk someday - - the school main hall. It was a regular day at my school here in Beaverton, Oregon. Down the 45 degree ramp I walked, into my homeroom's hall. Into the classroom, 8:56 AM. I followed the regular ritual - - hanging my backpack and coat up, and took out my Reading book and my binder.

Tony walked up to me as I sat down at my desk. He obviously had Asian backgrounds.

"Hey, Jabroni," He said.

"Why do you keep coming over here? What's wrong with you?" I asked.

He laughed and walked away. I waited for the bell to ring.

"H-hey Stunt. You're gay," Jet said from behind me.

Jet looked like a hobo. He had greasy black hair, his explanation - - "I do a lot of sports." He always wore tight jeans and some jerkish shirt like a killer whale or Fantasia shirt.

He then proceeded to babble in the way he does, unrecognizable.

"Okay, shut up," I said.

Jet smiled. He must have told some jerkish joke that was weak and gay.

BOOOOOOOO. The ring rung, and obviously the teacher was late like she always is. (Really.) She came in and Naught, a fat girl, ran back to her desk.

(This is the part that exaggerates her personality.)

"Oh hello Naught. What you brought me five presents and a box of candy like you do every day? Thank you!" The teacher said.

"Yes heheee," Naught said.

"You were late ohhh," Naught continued.

"I know, it's because I have to watch the halls," The teacher said.

Leopard, a boy somewhat shorter than me, said, "Uhp, you were late!"

The teacher was infuriated. "YOU BOYS ARE IMPOSSIBLE SMART ALECS! I DO NOT NEED THESE SMART ANSWERS FROM YOU! TEACHERS ARE THE AUTHORITY, YOU CANNOT TELL US WHAT TO DO BECAUSE WHAT WE DO IS PRIORITY ONE AND YOU CANNOT STOP US, AND WE CAN DO ANYTHING WE WANT."

"But you were supposed to set a good example for us."

"I DO NOT NEED THAT ANSWER FROM YOU LEOPARD!"

Wheelman, the only black kid in the class, started talking to people around him.

"I DO NOT NEED YOU TALKING EITHER, IMPOSSIBLE FOOL! DROP AND GIVE ME 200, DON'T FORGET TO COME UP AND CLAP EACH TIME! THEN, YOU WILL WRITE MR. MEAD AN APOLOGY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE." (Mr. Mead is the principal.)

"What did I do to Mr. Mead?" Wheelman asked.

"I DO NOT NEED THAT ANSWER FROM YOU WHEELMAN!"

Wheelman made one of his strange guttural grunts and did 200 push-ups, going up and clapping his hands each time.

"I SAY, YOU BOYS ARE IMPOSSIBLE! GIRLS ARE THE WONDER OF NATURE, BUT YOU BOYS, GOSHHHHHHH!" I think she should calm down. Especially last Friday she was bad.

"OKAY, SSR TIME!" She screamed.

SSR. Silent. Sustained. Reading. So sustained infact, that if someone talks, absolutely nothing happens. Especially the teacher who is the authority and objectives are priority one and they set the perfect example. I took out my jerkish BattleTech book and started reading it.

The summary on the back said something about "Amazingly ferocious battles! Amazing! I was totally floored!" So far, I'm more than a third through the book and it hasn't even had anything that refers to battle. And man, there are lots of names in this book. Just to list a "few,": Victor, Nondi, Katrina, Phelan, Morgan, Yvonne, oh just look at me I can't even remember more than 6.

After I got done reading for the time, I picked up my books and passed to math class, which was on the other side of the school. When I sat down, Xavier, a pretty dorky kid with red hair and glasses started staring at me.

"Stunt, I need to see your homework!" Dung, yet another fat girl said.

I finished the weak 5 minute warm ups.

"OOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, let's take out your HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHomework!" The teacher said.

So I preceded to correct people's homework, and give them an F, and it was time to pass to Health. Well, I think you know how the male and female anatomy works, so I need no details there. ;)

I went to lunch and checked the contents. 15 Kraft Cheese Cubes, 1 Banana, 1 PBJ, (The mighty king of sandwiches.) 2 Altoids, and 1 can of grapefruit juice. (You know, grapefruit juice is quite possibly the greatest drink besides milk and well, anything that has to do with milk that has come to man. I could just sit there all day, and order grapefruit juice to drink and drink until BAM! I explode!)

I opened the banana and chomped down. I chewed the tasty Monterey Jack and Cheddar Cheese cubes. (You can tell where I get calcium from - - milk and cheese. YUM.) I downed the PBJ, guzzled the grapefruit juice, and popped the 2 Altoids'. I was excused and I went to the jerkish Day Lodge, which is a weak name for "A messed up arcade that has mostly games that don't work." Well, I guess I shouldn't expect too much out of the Beaverton School District, but man. . . At least they have 3 Air Hockey Tables and 9 Foosball tables. Of course they're always taken.

I was playing a jerkish baseball game with Crispy when suddenly I heard gunfire outside. "This is a hold up, looserz!" Rye said.

He was basically a short fat Australian kid who's sole purpose is to annoy everyone. "Yea, yea, that's right!" Wraith stated.

Wraith laughed as he chopped off someone's head with a sword.

My homeroom teacher came running out. "STOP YOU SMART ALECS!"

"Shut the hell up," Rye, said, blowing her head off.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .