Who Are You To Judge Me- Chapter 1

my punk clothes...1

my rebel attitude...2

call what you want cuz i dont care what you think...3

as i walk through the school hallways, i see all the "groups". labels given out like tardies. every student fits in somewhere and if you dont, make your own group and wait for someone to feel sorry for you-- i mean join. theres the jocks, i could stand there and talk with them but i dont feel like faking a smile. one look at the prep group and im gone! rejects, been there done that, it sucks but hey life goes on. then the rest of us, i guess you could call us the non-group group because we all have our own personalities and we all have our own lives. just normal stuff today, talking about everyone we hate and then pretending to be best friends to their faces even though we all know we all hate each other. shit that was the bell, first hour, PE... what a joy... normal stuff in locker room, sit there pretending like we dont judge each others appearences, wow we are good at acting... health book in hand we all march our of the locker room-- ew-- march... tonight our marching contest, great... everyone sits there in health pretending like we are working, no kyle today-- damnit... crap time to actually play a game... already feeling the pain coming... indoor soccer, fun-- no-- im on the team with the icky vests... pain getting stronger... time to actually play... i just wanna passout, YES! he took me out the game, rock on!!! Shit time for choir, gah another concert tonight-- how will we manage this??? *sing sing sing* thank god we are done... L.S.- crap singing again for district... Lunch- more like party in the gym, just me and the guys... Shit!! romeo and juliet test next hour! *GASP* and theres scotty-- hottest guy in school-- a senior with a girlfriend *SIGH* wow- got caught up staring didnt hear the bell, gotta go to english...4

to be continued...5