02-10-2020, 12:49 AM
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▼ I'M NUCLEAR, I'M WILD ▼
"Wha-"
This was definitely not the way he had seen his first day going.
He was all ready to make a lasting impression, to carve himself a place in the hierarchy of high school. Yet here he was. Feet stumbling, his back hit the dumpster and he found himself flipping over into the mass of foul smelling trash, his face growing hot at the resounding laughter around him. He growls, jaw tightening as he clenches his teeth, nails digging into his palms when he balls his hands up into fists.
Greed climbs out of his dumpster of shame, marching back over to his group of greasers, who are all chuckling at him, too. They stop, though, when he yells at them in frustration. Running his hands over the front of his jacket, he grumbles under his breath as he shoves past them and towards his first class. He smelled like shit now, but there was little he could do about it. Great.
English. The best way to start off a day that was already shitty. Taking a look around, he realizes the girl that had made a fool of him just a minute ago was here, too. He just sneers and makes a bee-line for a desk in the back, doing his best to ignore the giggles that follow him. Fuckers, he'd show them later.
He plops down ungracefully into his seat, kicking out his legs and glaring holes down into the desk just as the bell rings. Of course he doesn't pay the teacher any mind as he starts off, not interested in whatever generic bull he had to say. He was too busy brooding over his embarrassment.
This was definitely not the way he had seen his first day going.
He was all ready to make a lasting impression, to carve himself a place in the hierarchy of high school. Yet here he was. Feet stumbling, his back hit the dumpster and he found himself flipping over into the mass of foul smelling trash, his face growing hot at the resounding laughter around him. He growls, jaw tightening as he clenches his teeth, nails digging into his palms when he balls his hands up into fists.
Greed climbs out of his dumpster of shame, marching back over to his group of greasers, who are all chuckling at him, too. They stop, though, when he yells at them in frustration. Running his hands over the front of his jacket, he grumbles under his breath as he shoves past them and towards his first class. He smelled like shit now, but there was little he could do about it. Great.
English. The best way to start off a day that was already shitty. Taking a look around, he realizes the girl that had made a fool of him just a minute ago was here, too. He just sneers and makes a bee-line for a desk in the back, doing his best to ignore the giggles that follow him. Fuckers, he'd show them later.
He plops down ungracefully into his seat, kicking out his legs and glaring holes down into the desk just as the bell rings. Of course he doesn't pay the teacher any mind as he starts off, not interested in whatever generic bull he had to say. He was too busy brooding over his embarrassment.