The School of Drama Queens, Stoners, and Scaredy Cats
High school. Those two words sent shivers down my spine. Realizing I was going to be in high school this year was like going up to a normal person and saying a terrorist was going to attack their work tomorrow.
And the sad part is, that’s not even an exaggeration.
Normal sounded pretty good right now, come to think of it. I was getting my backpack ready for school tomorrow, my hands shaking.
It’s not like I was panicking about high school itself. I was a pretty average student and I had a friend, so I wasn’t worried about that part. You see, I’m ephebiphobia. In case you don’t know what that means, I’m afraid of teenagers.
Don’t give me all that crap, like “Aren’t you a teenager?” or “Isn’t your best friend a teenager?” or anything like that. I know that I’m a teenager. And yes, I know my best friend is a teenager too.
Ok, so let me specify. I’m afraid of a certain type of teenagers. It’s a long story. But one I guess I have to tell.
This story is about me, Treasure Mickey, and my best friend, Tess Logan (Also my long lost cousin) and our first year in hell...I mean, high school.
And the sad part is, that’s not even an exaggeration.
Normal sounded pretty good right now, come to think of it. I was getting my backpack ready for school tomorrow, my hands shaking.
It’s not like I was panicking about high school itself. I was a pretty average student and I had a friend, so I wasn’t worried about that part. You see, I’m ephebiphobia. In case you don’t know what that means, I’m afraid of teenagers.
Don’t give me all that crap, like “Aren’t you a teenager?” or “Isn’t your best friend a teenager?” or anything like that. I know that I’m a teenager. And yes, I know my best friend is a teenager too.
Ok, so let me specify. I’m afraid of a certain type of teenagers. It’s a long story. But one I guess I have to tell.
This story is about me, Treasure Mickey, and my best friend, Tess Logan (Also my long lost cousin) and our first year in hell...I mean, high school.