We used to see this town as a nice, ordinary suburb. But now we see it as a community of fears, all in one place.
Two weeks earlier
Hi I'm Paint Warrant, a 17-year-old senior. I have a G.P.A of 4.2 and I am ready to join U.C.L.A.
Paint's mom: Who the hell are you talking to?
Paint: What the hell mom, I was in the middle of my video for UCLA, my dream college.
Pm(Paint's mom): Great video, hon.
Paint: Stop it.
Pm: I'm just messing with you.
Paint: Jesus Christ.... what time is it?
Pm: It's 7:53, Why?
Paint: I'm late for school, can you drive me?
Pm: Yeah, get your stuff, we'll leave in two minutes.
That was the fastest we have ever driven to school. We almost hit a kid who was walking to school. I got out and Strutted inside. I felt like a king, even though I was in the weird kid group. But still.
Greg: Hey Paint, I have your computer.
Ahh Greg, the most Irish kid at the school, a.k.a, My best friend.
Paint: Thank god, I would have literally died if I didn't have my computer.
Greg: Do you have any food?
Paint: yeah, I have some cheese.
Greg: Jesus Christ, if you give me any more cheese, I'm gonna kill myself.
Paint: Tough, it is all I have.
Greg: Dammit.
Paint: Where's Max?
Greg: She's in the science lab getting her notes.
Paint: Well, I'll see her later, we should get to class.
Greg: Yeah, today is gonna be great.
2 comments:
Sometimes I feel like a king when I arrive at school because people run up to me.
I enjoy the fact that this is rich in dialogue.
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