Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2004 11:01:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob novy <skippydude2348@yahoo.com>
Subject: How High School Works chapter 2

Disclamer: same shit youve heard 10,000 times before so i will spare you.
copyright to me, ask if u can use it and ill say yes so please just ask.

this is a complete work of fiction (although I borrow from actual events),
all characters are fake and any people you know that have resemblence one
as in this story is totally not intended (just finished disclamer from
chap. 1 :p )

I also know its been a wait for this, i have a life too and i have to live
it, so let me be you crazy people(j/k)

The Way Highschool Works (part 2, and far from the end my friends)

1

The water was pouring in from the window. I stuck some towles there while I
layed under the comforter on my bed.  I grabed one of my notebooks and
started to write down everything that was in my head, from the minute my
mom got the job in DC, to the custoday battle, to the arangement, to now.

2 (history of chris)

It was June 15, Paraclete highschool was finshing finals. Meanwhile in an
Office my mother was being told there was no money in the budget for her to
continue working there. I finished my test and turned it in, walked out of
the class and waited at my boyfriends car. he finnaly came out and we
loaded into the car, he kissed me and started the car. He blasted some
skinhead music and i sung along. He droped me off at my house and drove
away. I unlocked the door and looked at the clock, 2:30. Sweet, i thought
to myself, i got 3 more hours to myself.  My mom came home, and said we
needed to talk. I knew it was serious, cuz she normally leaves me
alone. She said in order for her to keep her job, she would have to move to
Washington DC. I said i was cool with it and she started to cry.  i knew
that my dad wouldent let me go. I grabed as many clothes as i could fit in
my bag, called my boyfriend and grabed my laptop. My mom let me go, she
knew that this wasent going to be easy.  At my boyfriends (if your
wondering why im not saying his name is because i know he frequents this
site, and i dont want an angry boyfriend calling) i told him about
everything that happened since he droped me off. he asked me where id be
living if i was with my dad. I told him at the public housing towers. he
told me to get out, cuz i was a fucking poor bastard. I grabed my stuff and
left. Not knowing where i was going, i aimlessly walked around. I called my
mom on my cellphone and she picked me up.  Mom called my dad and tried to
talk to him, but talking to my dad is useless, he wont let you. He said he
was filing a lawsuit against her if she took me. My life was chaotic, and
my only safe place was my room. I layed on my bed many of nights just
talking to people.  that summer was spent anitsocial. I counted down days
till my court date. Slowly i ventured out of my house. I no longer fit in
with the nice rich nehiborhood mentality.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING CHRIS?" I heard as my dad opned my door.
"writing, something that you have since forgoton how to do."  "dont talk
like that to be boy, remember you still live under my roof."  "actually dad
you live under the tax-payers of the state."  He hit me, and started to
read my notebook. he read of my feelings toward him. A normal dad would
have felt sad, my dad felt that i was a danger to this manhood. He began to
beat me. Blow after blow, he was relentless. I yelled for shawn, but he
wasent there. It was at that moment I felt so alone. I lost all will to
fight back, so i let him continue his assult on me.  At some point i passed
out. When i awoke i found my room to be trashed. I got ready for school and
left to another day of torutre at school.

3

Another day of the required torture at school. Tarrance saw me coming from
the parking lot.  "hey fag, you ready to give me that blowjob?"  "fuck off
tarrance, im not in the mood for your bullshit."  "aww, poor little fagget
have a bad night?"  "worse than yours, now let me through" A crowd had
formed around me, and I wasent feeling comfortable.  "look fag, we can
either go to the back of my car and you can give me that blowjob or we can
drag out this and you ending up getting beat, so im leaving the choice to
you."  I was sick of it, sick of school, sick of my parents, sick of the
bullshit. I snaped, I lunged at tarrance, i beat him pretty good too, till
his friends got in on it, and I was beat more than I was when i woke up.

4

I was alone, shawn didnt want to be with someone who fought with black
people, and I got the reputation of being the gay skinhead.  I was numb to
the world, numb to the pain, numb to the countless beatings, numb to the
words, i did my work at school, went home, got hassled,went to school, got
hastled, went to work and got hastled. i had no reason to stay alive. One
day I called my ex-boyfriend.  He told me to fuck off, so I just rode the
elevator down and rode my bike the 30 miles to his house. I got the same
response as when i called him on the phone, so I just started to ride. I
didnt know where, but i rode.  I slept at the beach that night, i dont know
how i got from lancaster to the beach, but i was there, at venice beach
sleeping on a bench with my bike locked to the bench with me. While i was
at the beach i might as well scope out the guys. A few cute skaters, but
nothing that really caught my eye. Then i saw someone i knew. It was john,
his family was really well off but he went to the same school as me cuz his
flaming libral parents didnt want him in a closed minded private school. I
caught up with him and his parents, who thought i was a great influence on
his son (although i never really talked to john, apparently his parents
knew of me). I helped them unload there bikes and was invited to ride with
them along the path. i said if they could give me a ride back to town, they
were somewhat shocked at this, because its about 70 miles from Lancaster.

5

Fate likes to play tricks on people. When people think they are at there
lowest, something happens that makes them lower, or shoots them up like a
rocket. Fate is a trickey thing, and if it wasent for fate life wouldent be
fun. A movie once said, "waht if you could take all those moments of
sadness and replace them with something better," well then you wouldent be
you, you would be a clone, and thats not me and im sure its not you. Ive
learned to take some of the sadness with me.

Thus concludes Part 2, i do not know when part 3 will be available

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