For a little while, things were going well for me...I had started making a few friends, and was beginning to really feel like I was part of the High School scene...sure I still felt pretty awkward when it came to girls but, then again, who didn't?...I was doing well in school and was even considering becoming more involved in some social groups such as the Yearbook and maybe the Debate team...then HE showed up...
Let me backtrack a little bit...you see, I basically had two groups of friends...one group that was composed mostly of people who lived in and around the area of the school and were part of a larger group themselves...I was almost like the outsider who knew a few of the main players and so was inovolved on the occasional conversation...this group treated themselves like the welcoming committee of our school...they composed the majority of the SAC (the student run council) and so were part of a lot of the Social activities like dances and the yearbook...looking back now, I wonder why I even cared what they thought about me...I mean, 90% of them were snobby and rude to people that didn't go to the same elementary school as they did...as for myself, I wasn't rude, or a braggart, or made claims of male supremacy (unlike I do today)...I was just a guy who was looking to find a group of friends that would hopefully make my time at school a little more fun...only a few of them seemed to even acknowledge my presence, and Ic an count with two fingers, the number of people who actually cared about me...because of the lukewarm reception I was receiving from these individuals, my second group of friends were much more important to me...they were composed entirely of kids who took the school bus...I think the only reason why these guys seemed to be better friends to me was only because, for about 30 minutes a day, all we could do was wait around and talk until the bus came...it wasn' tlike we would talk about anything intuitive or thoughtful like World Issues or Politics...what our conversation topics usually revolved around was how much we despised an upcoming test or teacher, or we'd talk about girls, who we christened with colorful nicknames that were assigned due to certain physcial attributes (we used to call one girl 'Power Booty', I think you can pretty much figure that one out)....but they were my friends, and so at least for a small part of my life, I was feeling a little happier...
It was during my third year in school that things began to unfold around me...some of my friends and acquaintances in the 'bus crew' had decided that the grass looked greener on the other side and wanted to become members of the SAC, which may sound innocent enough, but I swear that it was the High School equivalent of an Apocalyptic Death Squad (Sorry Jess, but you are the only person from the SC that wasn't evil, and thusly, I omit you from this statement...you are not entirely evil)...the thign is, once you're in the system, you don't change it, it changes you...and that is exactly what was happening: people that I had been friends with for months and years even were slowly disavowing themselves from us...now, my natural tendency was to quickly get to the heart of the matter, and if necessary, break a few heads...but since I didn't have very many friends, I thought that maybe I should at least try a more diplomatic approach before I hit them...unfortunately, I think I should have spoken up sooner, or said something like "dudes, what the hell is going on?...what's up?"
It was around this time that I was visited by the ghost of Christmas past...actually, he was an old classmate of mine from Elementary school, but I was just as surprised when I saw him that he could have been a ghost...when I knew this guy back in my youth, he was the kid who would eat glue, try to play with you and when he'd be rejected for eating glue, he would claim that we hated him and had beaten him up...now, were we totally innocent of this?...sure we did torture him a little, but it wasn't wasn't like we were poking him with sharp needles or blasting him with pictures of Rosie O'Donnell in a thong...its just that as soon as we would walk away from him, he would make this huge stink, start whining and complaining and the next thing we knew, a teacher would be there scolding us for hurting his feelings...little kids can be mean and harsher then the most cold blooded of adults, but we never did anything serious to him...I really mean that...this became such a problem that lets just say after a few trips to detention, we all learned that it was easier to just run away from him and feign ignorance...so when I was done Elementary school and started High School, he went to the other school and I was finally free from him…however, little did I know that he actually transferred to my school shortly into the beginning of Grade 10 because he was being tormented at the other School…I guess he just wasn’t appreciated there and felt that perhaps he could get away with his tricks at another school..
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