Just a Freak
Freddie Mercury's Moustache
"Hello, Riley."
Mrs. Fritz wasn't here. It was some old chick with wispy gray hair and a blond boy with a black cap and jeans on. I sat down on the couch next to Blonde Boy. Mrs. Wispy Head was sitting in Mrs. Fritz's desk.
"Sit down, sweetheart."
I hate it when people call me sweetheart.
"Riley, this is Caleb. Caleb, this is Riley."
I stared at Caleb. Caleb stared at the ground. He was a cute kid, with this kind of alternative edge, but just looking at him I could tell he was super shy. He had his arms crossed. His body language was screaming I don't want to be here.
Wait, why the Hell are we even being introduced? Oh, right. The whole Peer Counseling thing.
"You two are going to be partners for the new Peer Counseling program we set up here," Mrs. Wispy Head explained. She had a speech impediment. I chuckled.
"What's so funny, Riley?"
"Nothing." Nothing, Mrs. Wispy Head.
"Your partners were picked at random," Mrs. Wispy Head went on. "You two will meet once a week at lunch, in addition to your usual weekly visits with Mrs. Fritz."
"Where is Connie, anyway?" I asked.
"You will refer to Mrs. Fritz by her surname, like a proper young lady." She said pwaper instead of proper. Fwitz instead of Fritz. that kind of speech impediment. "Mrs. Fritz is at a meeting right now. Your weekly meetings together start as of today. What's going to happen is we'll present you with projects and sheets to fill out together so you get to know each other and talk to someone your own age about your problems. So I'll give you your first sheet, and, well, I hope you have an enjoyable rest of the year."
"Do you really think it's a good idea to leave sex-crazed teens alone together in a room?" I called as she began to walk out the door.
Mrs. Wispy Head just shook her wispy gray head and slammed the door shut.
"So." I picked the paper up of the desk. "What are our names?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
Asking obvious questions make people awkward.
"Caleb," He mumbled.
"Okey-dokey."
Names: Riley and Caleb
Grades:
"What grade are you in?" I asked after scribbling the answer to number one.
"I'm, um, in tenth. Tenth grade"
Grades: Riley, 10 / Caleb, 10
"Huh, we're in the same grade." I'd never seen him before.
"Yeah," he mumbled. "Um, I'm new."
"Oh. Cool. How's Hell for you so far?"
"What?"
"Do you like it here so far?"
"Not really."
"Yeah, me neither. What's your favorite hobby?"
"Art."
"Hey, art is cool. What do you do?"
"Paint. And draw."
Favorite hobbies include: Riley- making randon crap with clay, watching movies about mental cases, Nerds rope, doodling, hall-moshing, and collecting random crap I find on the street / Caleb- Art (Painting and drawing).
"I make random crap with clay. I made Freddie Mercury's moustache once. It was so fucking realistic I almost threw up afterwards."
He just kind of looked at me.
"Queen is cool," he mumbled.
"True dat. Speaking of music, who's your favorite musician?"
"Um. I'm not sure. Ramones? Uh, maybe the Rolling Stones. Led Zeppelin. Um, the Beatles and the Cure are good..."
"Nice taste in music...." I mused aloud. "I was just listening to Pinhead last night. D - U - M - B, everyone's accusing me."
Favorite musical artists: Riley- Patti Smith, Nirvana, the Pixies, Iggy and the Stooges, the New York Dolls, the Sex Pistols / Caleb- Ramones, the Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, the Beatles, the Cure.
"Okay, uh, what TV shows do you like?"
He shrugged. "I don't watch TV that much."
Favorite TV shows: Riley- biographies / Caleb- doesn't like TV.
The bell rang.
I kind of like Caleb. He seems to be able to stomach me.
Mr. Geiger was absent. It made me uneasy.
Instead we had this fat bald guy.
He just had us do worksheets.
I didn't like him.
His name was Mr. Bard.
I went to visit Betty in her office during Calculus to take a nap.
Betty's a doll. She even let me have a box of apple juice that tasted way to acidic to be edible. But the thought was appreciated.
The cots have a seperate room. The cot room.
So I was lying there, like a corpse on that plastic cot when Katelyn I-Forgot-Her-Last-Name walks in and complains about a headache.
She's in my calculus class. Mr Bard must be pissing her off too.
She's one of those girls who wear peace sign shirts and preach about the dangers of global warming when she does absolutely nothing to help it.
She's not even a doll. I just hate her.
She glanced at me with this look that said, God, she's here?, as if I'm too lowly to be allowed the satisfaction of the nurse's barf-stained plastic cots.
"You look fat today, Katie," I whispered across the room.
She wrinkled her nose at me. "Shut up, bitch."
I laughed. "You think you're cool when you swear. You're just insecure."
"Stupid lesbo..." She murmured, turning on her side and facing the wall.
"Ha, wow, that's funny, Katie. I could have sworn yesterday I heard you preaching gay rights in World Civ."
"Yeah, well, I don't like lesbian freaks like you."
"So, what, you limit yourself to gays like the guys on Queer Eye? That stereotyping, which can be just as bad as discrimination. I doubt he gay community appreciates your favoritism, Katie."
"Shut up!" She snapped. "Just shut the fuck up, Riley. No one cares about what you have to say, so just shut up. I have a headache enough as it is."
Mrs. Fritz wasn't here. It was some old chick with wispy gray hair and a blond boy with a black cap and jeans on. I sat down on the couch next to Blonde Boy. Mrs. Wispy Head was sitting in Mrs. Fritz's desk.
"Sit down, sweetheart."
I hate it when people call me sweetheart.
"Riley, this is Caleb. Caleb, this is Riley."
I stared at Caleb. Caleb stared at the ground. He was a cute kid, with this kind of alternative edge, but just looking at him I could tell he was super shy. He had his arms crossed. His body language was screaming I don't want to be here.
Wait, why the Hell are we even being introduced? Oh, right. The whole Peer Counseling thing.
"You two are going to be partners for the new Peer Counseling program we set up here," Mrs. Wispy Head explained. She had a speech impediment. I chuckled.
"What's so funny, Riley?"
"Nothing." Nothing, Mrs. Wispy Head.
"Your partners were picked at random," Mrs. Wispy Head went on. "You two will meet once a week at lunch, in addition to your usual weekly visits with Mrs. Fritz."
"Where is Connie, anyway?" I asked.
"You will refer to Mrs. Fritz by her surname, like a proper young lady." She said pwaper instead of proper. Fwitz instead of Fritz. that kind of speech impediment. "Mrs. Fritz is at a meeting right now. Your weekly meetings together start as of today. What's going to happen is we'll present you with projects and sheets to fill out together so you get to know each other and talk to someone your own age about your problems. So I'll give you your first sheet, and, well, I hope you have an enjoyable rest of the year."
"Do you really think it's a good idea to leave sex-crazed teens alone together in a room?" I called as she began to walk out the door.
Mrs. Wispy Head just shook her wispy gray head and slammed the door shut.
"So." I picked the paper up of the desk. "What are our names?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
Asking obvious questions make people awkward.
"Caleb," He mumbled.
"Okey-dokey."
Names: Riley and Caleb
Grades:
"What grade are you in?" I asked after scribbling the answer to number one.
"I'm, um, in tenth. Tenth grade"
Grades: Riley, 10 / Caleb, 10
"Huh, we're in the same grade." I'd never seen him before.
"Yeah," he mumbled. "Um, I'm new."
"Oh. Cool. How's Hell for you so far?"
"What?"
"Do you like it here so far?"
"Not really."
"Yeah, me neither. What's your favorite hobby?"
"Art."
"Hey, art is cool. What do you do?"
"Paint. And draw."
Favorite hobbies include: Riley- making randon crap with clay, watching movies about mental cases, Nerds rope, doodling, hall-moshing, and collecting random crap I find on the street / Caleb- Art (Painting and drawing).
"I make random crap with clay. I made Freddie Mercury's moustache once. It was so fucking realistic I almost threw up afterwards."
He just kind of looked at me.
"Queen is cool," he mumbled.
"True dat. Speaking of music, who's your favorite musician?"
"Um. I'm not sure. Ramones? Uh, maybe the Rolling Stones. Led Zeppelin. Um, the Beatles and the Cure are good..."
"Nice taste in music...." I mused aloud. "I was just listening to Pinhead last night. D - U - M - B, everyone's accusing me."
Favorite musical artists: Riley- Patti Smith, Nirvana, the Pixies, Iggy and the Stooges, the New York Dolls, the Sex Pistols / Caleb- Ramones, the Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, the Beatles, the Cure.
"Okay, uh, what TV shows do you like?"
He shrugged. "I don't watch TV that much."
Favorite TV shows: Riley- biographies / Caleb- doesn't like TV.
The bell rang.
I kind of like Caleb. He seems to be able to stomach me.
Mr. Geiger was absent. It made me uneasy.
Instead we had this fat bald guy.
He just had us do worksheets.
I didn't like him.
His name was Mr. Bard.
I went to visit Betty in her office during Calculus to take a nap.
Betty's a doll. She even let me have a box of apple juice that tasted way to acidic to be edible. But the thought was appreciated.
The cots have a seperate room. The cot room.
So I was lying there, like a corpse on that plastic cot when Katelyn I-Forgot-Her-Last-Name walks in and complains about a headache.
She's in my calculus class. Mr Bard must be pissing her off too.
She's one of those girls who wear peace sign shirts and preach about the dangers of global warming when she does absolutely nothing to help it.
She's not even a doll. I just hate her.
She glanced at me with this look that said, God, she's here?, as if I'm too lowly to be allowed the satisfaction of the nurse's barf-stained plastic cots.
"You look fat today, Katie," I whispered across the room.
She wrinkled her nose at me. "Shut up, bitch."
I laughed. "You think you're cool when you swear. You're just insecure."
"Stupid lesbo..." She murmured, turning on her side and facing the wall.
"Ha, wow, that's funny, Katie. I could have sworn yesterday I heard you preaching gay rights in World Civ."
"Yeah, well, I don't like lesbian freaks like you."
"So, what, you limit yourself to gays like the guys on Queer Eye? That stereotyping, which can be just as bad as discrimination. I doubt he gay community appreciates your favoritism, Katie."
"Shut up!" She snapped. "Just shut the fuck up, Riley. No one cares about what you have to say, so just shut up. I have a headache enough as it is."
♠ ♠ ♠
Freddie Mercury kicks ass.Comments, please! <3