Everyone at my table in art class is a f***ing pain in the ass. There's Wesley and his "friend," (the two hang around each other like symbiotic creatures, I'm guessing they're gay) then there's "Shorty," the obligotory drug peddler with the "DUDE!" apperance, the quiet girl who just sits there and laughs, and that's...about it.
You know how the bullies, they sort of do little things to piss you off, and the teacher doesn't understand HOW these things annoyed you? THAT'S THEIR MAIN WEAPON!!
GOD, I hate them. And I hate the fact that you can't just haul ass in a classroom...
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