“Okay, well I’m wondering why you
guys are here today even if we don’t have anything to do,” said the tall, Caucasian
man who was in his 40s probably. I
already know I failed all the finals, but I’m pretty sure I still passed with a
2. People say that I should care about
my grades because it’s my last year of high school. But to be honest I don’t give a shit really
about how I do in school.
All around the
classroom I see everyone in some very low class suits, and all the girls were
crying like they were some two year old babies. I wasn’t in a suit like
everyone else, instead I was in a polo shirt with some beige slim jeans. To me that’s the most formal I can get. The other
guys in the class are just sitting on the their desks that are filled with
vandalism and graffiti just like all the rest of the school. From time to time some guys would come over
and make me sign their yearbooks. Which were
just some cheap 50 yen books with the worst pictures of students.
“RIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!”
For once no
one was excited about the end of this shit hole. I felt kind of guilty that I was the only one
who was happy about school finally being over. So without saying anything I got up and was on
my way to leave.
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