Post by kaiser on Dec 31, 2006 13:01:34 GMT 1
Taj glared hard at the digital clock adjacent of the chalkboard. He normally would be focusing his schoolwork but today was different. He couldn't help but think about the current events that have been going on at his school. It was as if they were infected with a diesease, and that particular diesease was unfortunately the Varronites. He began to remember all the good stories he heard about Hircine High, and how he was happy that he was going to the school. Now when he gets here all thes derelicts come here and screw everything. The whole situation can be quite depressing if you begin to think about it. Before Taj digressed into the depths of his mind he realized that he was too busy staring at the clock.
11:29
[One more minute until lunchtime] Taj thought. Taj then decided he would sit alone this lunch period, the entire social system was screwed up ever since the Varronites arrived. There were several social groups added, and Taj realized that he didn't fit any of them anymore. Before, he hated the Varronites, but yet again his morals got the best of him. It wasn't right to be prejudice toward the Varronites, no matter how bad their reputation. Every he thought of this touchy issue he remembered great speakers and activist like Malcom X and Martin Luther King Jr. They died for equality. Although they each went at in different ways the message was always the same.
11:30
It was lunchtime. Taj rose from his seat, grabbed his bookbag, which was conviently dangling from the back of his chair, and made his way toward his locker. Many of the freshman in Taj's class began approaching asking him meaningless questions like,
"Hey Taj saw that basketball game last night?"
Or, if they're female...
"Heeeey Taj. My friend was wondering if you had a date to Joseph's party? Well Do ya?"
Taj's response was always the same. A blank idle, "No, stop asking."
Taj's walked to his locker seemed like miles, even though it was only about 3 yards. He was having such a bad day. There was so much on his mind. His fixation on the state of the school was beginning to become an obsession. He was starting to get concerned.
[Maybe I care about this school too much. Besides I'll only be here four years anyways.]
Taj made his way toward the cafeteria, indignant of everyone around him. To him they all seemed like annoying bees in his ear and he wished they all just went away. When he got into the cafeteria it was if he could differentiate each social group.
Hircinians
The Hircinian Pride
The anti Hircinians
The Hircinian Punks
The Hircinian "Wankstas"
The actual Hircinian Gangsters
The Hircinian Punks
The list goes on an d on and it was the Same for the Varronites.
Taj spotted an empty cafeteria table and rushed for it, without even bothing to get his lunch. He sat down and realized how hungry he was, and put his stuff here to, "Claim" the table., as if the school was a jungle, and Taj was "marking his territory."
Taj didn't get much to eat, simply the sicilian styled crappy pizza. Lunch meals were like, crack addicts, you can't trust them. He then made his way back to his "marked territory," without looking at anyone, and quickly sat down, idly picking at his foot staring into it as if he was gazing into space.
11:29
[One more minute until lunchtime] Taj thought. Taj then decided he would sit alone this lunch period, the entire social system was screwed up ever since the Varronites arrived. There were several social groups added, and Taj realized that he didn't fit any of them anymore. Before, he hated the Varronites, but yet again his morals got the best of him. It wasn't right to be prejudice toward the Varronites, no matter how bad their reputation. Every he thought of this touchy issue he remembered great speakers and activist like Malcom X and Martin Luther King Jr. They died for equality. Although they each went at in different ways the message was always the same.
11:30
It was lunchtime. Taj rose from his seat, grabbed his bookbag, which was conviently dangling from the back of his chair, and made his way toward his locker. Many of the freshman in Taj's class began approaching asking him meaningless questions like,
"Hey Taj saw that basketball game last night?"
Or, if they're female...
"Heeeey Taj. My friend was wondering if you had a date to Joseph's party? Well Do ya?"
Taj's response was always the same. A blank idle, "No, stop asking."
Taj's walked to his locker seemed like miles, even though it was only about 3 yards. He was having such a bad day. There was so much on his mind. His fixation on the state of the school was beginning to become an obsession. He was starting to get concerned.
[Maybe I care about this school too much. Besides I'll only be here four years anyways.]
Taj made his way toward the cafeteria, indignant of everyone around him. To him they all seemed like annoying bees in his ear and he wished they all just went away. When he got into the cafeteria it was if he could differentiate each social group.
Hircinians
The Hircinian Pride
The anti Hircinians
The Hircinian Punks
The Hircinian "Wankstas"
The actual Hircinian Gangsters
The Hircinian Punks
The list goes on an d on and it was the Same for the Varronites.
Taj spotted an empty cafeteria table and rushed for it, without even bothing to get his lunch. He sat down and realized how hungry he was, and put his stuff here to, "Claim" the table., as if the school was a jungle, and Taj was "marking his territory."
Taj didn't get much to eat, simply the sicilian styled crappy pizza. Lunch meals were like, crack addicts, you can't trust them. He then made his way back to his "marked territory," without looking at anyone, and quickly sat down, idly picking at his foot staring into it as if he was gazing into space.