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My First Experience on a High School Bus |
| Written by Thomas Laroque | |
| Friday, 20 June 2008 | |
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Since a very young age, I was homeschooled. It was an absolutely wonderful time, spending hours with a bitchy and tired mother and waiting for everything to end while I took the opportunity to sleep, eat, and play while she cooled herself off. It was when I was 17. I was going on a trip to a theatre. My brother was going to high school at the moment (because he wanted to. Don't know why. I kind of missed him because we started to share rooms about a month before). It was Shakespeare, and, well, I was going with some students of my brother's high school to go see this thing in Canada. Well, it was quiet at first, but I was to meet something that would shock me forever: Liz Herring. I knew her from church. She was previously homeschooled as well, but decided to attend middle school which apparently turned her from a little goody two shoes into a nasty mountain lion. I was stupid enough to talk to her. But, nah, she wasn't that bad. I hadn't seen nothin' yet. During that entire trip, the "kids" were loud and destructive as they got themselves new boyfriends and girlfriends in a blink of an eye, separating 5 minutes later to group up with other kids in the same hasty manner. I sat in my seat and amused myself as I watched an entire first season soap opera unfold itself before me. I had a theatre on already.
Unforunately, the others couldn't see how entertaining their endeavors were. The television was on with Mulan, but what half-asian guy would want to watch that? The first time I saw that, I had no idea what country the setting was. I was told, "IT'S CHINA, YOU IDIOT. DO YOUR HOMEWORK!" I know it's random, but I have A.D.D. Now, back to the main subject. Well, when I thought it was the worst I've seen, just wait until I came back! (the Shakespeare wasn't that great. So. let's continue to the sequel.) Liz was lying on top of another guy, snoring. Oh, how I wished to have borrowed my brother's cell phone just so I could call her dad and see the look on his face. Damn! Liz Flatfish she would be! The stupid high school kids were demanding for Mulan again and succeeded on getting the DVD back in, and so Liz sprang up from her position and watched intently as I could see her eyes beginning to dim from the way that movie destroys culture-related brain cells. Nah, may have been my imagination. Her eyes dimmed a long, long time ago. "You're such a pumpkin," I told her and she blushed. Yep, she doesn't get anything a bit. Calling a person a pumpkin is NOT a compliment in Japan. Oh, no, it is most definitely not. Want to know why? Okay, I'll give you a hint. What's the interior of a pumpkin like in contrast to the inside of the human skull? Actually, come to think of it, a Jack-O-Lantern would have suited her even more. At least her eyes would twinkle then. Afterwards, I just forgot what happened because everything just blacked out. A day later, I woke up with an emormous bump on my head. Little did I realize, Liz was sleeping on her father. Oh, ****. I'm screwed.
Copyright 2008 Thomas Laroque |
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