Hooky
001
School, a place we can express ourselves, and eat food. This place, full of contradictions, they almost amount to the quantity of dramatic catch phrases I have. Now as I skim over the last few sentences, I realize that if Chris Hansen read it, or Morgan Freeman, it wouldn't sound as lame. Basically, after the long wasted hours of The principal's lectures and he teachers ramblings, I come here to vent. And in class, I configure ways to skip.
The fascination started... Oh yeah you don't care, thats another story entirely. Anyways, this year it was revealed to me by common sense and human intentions, that I love skipping. My friends and I pick the most oblivious, vulnerable, and dumb teachers to skip out on. Sometimes it's in our best interest, last time we stayed in our math for dummies class, we insulted the teachers sex life. And so on, into pointless recollection
This time though, we really got it, upon arriving to our study hall, we spotted someone. It was like a beacon shinning brightly in the harbor, for students who were lazy as hell. A substitute, but he wasn't an easy one. This was an old fart, one that complained about taxes and how he can't golf because of his bad knee. Writing out a pass, I approached hell. "Can I go got the library?" I asked tossing him over the planner, backpack slung over shoulder. "Why?" Figuratively, I felt
Y body break into sweat, "Ms. Hack's RA flashcards, I need to look up definitions," I quickly lied. Looking into the elderlys eyes, I just lied so smoothly to an old person. God was sending me to hell for all of this.
"Go ahead I can't sign it." My friend told the same white lie and we scurried down the hall.
Upon arriving to the library, we sit near a window in a corner looking out into the hall. Quickly, we broke out into fake arguing, "You have aids and HIV," my friend 'J' whinnied. "Lick my sack," I exclaimed as she turned on the netbook, Flashing the book up in the window I got varied reactions from sixth graders and parents alike.
I continued to do that, for the rest of class, even inspring two teenage boys to check out a book on teen pregnancy.
Even now, I type from the same spot, in the library. Talking to J, telling her what I'm doing. Actin' a fool is what we do
The fascination started... Oh yeah you don't care, thats another story entirely. Anyways, this year it was revealed to me by common sense and human intentions, that I love skipping. My friends and I pick the most oblivious, vulnerable, and dumb teachers to skip out on. Sometimes it's in our best interest, last time we stayed in our math for dummies class, we insulted the teachers sex life. And so on, into pointless recollection
This time though, we really got it, upon arriving to our study hall, we spotted someone. It was like a beacon shinning brightly in the harbor, for students who were lazy as hell. A substitute, but he wasn't an easy one. This was an old fart, one that complained about taxes and how he can't golf because of his bad knee. Writing out a pass, I approached hell. "Can I go got the library?" I asked tossing him over the planner, backpack slung over shoulder. "Why?" Figuratively, I felt
Y body break into sweat, "Ms. Hack's RA flashcards, I need to look up definitions," I quickly lied. Looking into the elderlys eyes, I just lied so smoothly to an old person. God was sending me to hell for all of this.
"Go ahead I can't sign it." My friend told the same white lie and we scurried down the hall.
Upon arriving to the library, we sit near a window in a corner looking out into the hall. Quickly, we broke out into fake arguing, "You have aids and HIV," my friend 'J' whinnied. "Lick my sack," I exclaimed as she turned on the netbook, Flashing the book up in the window I got varied reactions from sixth graders and parents alike.
I continued to do that, for the rest of class, even inspring two teenage boys to check out a book on teen pregnancy.
Even now, I type from the same spot, in the library. Talking to J, telling her what I'm doing. Actin' a fool is what we do
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