Going to a new highschool is fucking nerve-racking, but this one’s like jail. Everyone was in PJs with no teeth and someone asked me for meth in the smoking section at 8am. That’s when I realized that I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
By first period I was called a fucking potty mouth by my fashion teacher and sent to the principals office. Looks like I’m the first gay bear to drop of out Fashion for Auto class.
By homeroom I learned that Billy Bob wants to fight me at lunch to kick off the year. So I asked around and found him in his class and asked him to square up with him without an audience. He said he’s never heard anything of it but was happy to meet me. (??)
But by lunch I saw that everyone smokes weed- even the jocks and the cheerleaders.
I know some of the people at the school, because we were on sports teams together.
I realize I’m probably going to have to get better at fighting or start selling weed in order to fit in here. Mental note – note to self: YouTube how to sell weed.
This school feels like a jail, everyone has a group dictates the power and social influence and easily experience with teachers and authority figures.
A guy was doing K in my home room and offered me a bump for $5
He was also arrested at lunch so he mayst have asked too many prospects.
I met a kid named Jaxon and a kid named Josh. Neither seemed claimed by anyone so I claimed them as my clique so far. This is my survival tactic.
But the real trouble began that afternoon. I was in the editing room today for my intro to media and I snorted the Ritalin. Mr. Smith walked in and I snorted it in front of him to get rid of the evidence, since possession’s 9/10 of the law.
In hindsight it might’ve been better to deny it or even blow it away… anything seems smarter than what I chose. We got into a fight and I threw a chair at him and I walked out by last period.
My fucking Dad was called on my first day at a new school for bad behavior. Guess I’m not making the honor roll. In fact, had the worst new student record of my high school which I would’ve been proud of if they hadn’t told my parents directly in front of me.
They took away my car keys. I’m just glad they didn’t search me. I’m probably making quite the reputation. I’m still undecided if that’s a good or a bad thing. I need more allies.
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