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Submitted On May6/10 Hits 1973 Summary:
NOTE: AS OF 5/17/10, I AM PLACING CHAPTER FOUR ON INDEFINETE HAITUS
Here's Chapter 3! I've gotten feedback, and it all seems to be positive so far :D
Y'all inspired me to start it sooner than I planned :)
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Dinner sucked, as expected. The only good thing about it was Zack kept rubbing his foot up my leg... Mom blathered on about what a 'fantastic neighborhood' this is, how 'Zack will just love Metral High'...
Metral High...what a fucking joke. The only thing I've learned at that shit school is how to not attract attention. The teachers barely teach us anything, just handing out test after test, then bitching at how stupid we are, how we'll never amount to anything in life if we don't get it together...
And then there's Coach Anderson. I have never met such a sadistic asshole. He's just another guy who becomes a gym teacher so he can humiliate and mock us...lousy dipshit...
I'm not saying much as we eat, which earns me a couple of dirty looks from Mom. Zack doesn't mind my quietness, judging from the aforementioned foot rubbing. His parents really don't seem to care either, but who knows? They're not saying much themselves, just letting Mom jabber on about.....
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