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Student Life At The End Of The Decade (Non-*BDL, mature content)
"This world is not what I imagined..." The thought slowly crept through my head as I surveyed my surroundings. Yellow trees, orange grass, roads paved with roughened boron, and other absurdities abounded. I tried to recount the hours leading up to my journey to this strange land. In the days prior to this, inspired by a Discovery Channel special on the possibility of alternate dimensions, I had built myself a two-seated inter-dimensional transportation device out 4 discarded toasters, a Speak N' Spell, and a the contents of a dissected glowstick. Awestruck by my sudden trip into the land of submarines, I set out to explore, to seek out any intelligent life that may be floating about. At about 50 paces east, a faint buzz broke my concentration. Fearing engine trouble, I went back to the IDTD to check things out. Upon arriving, I discovered that none of the warning lights were on, and the buzz was as faint as it had been as when I had first heard it, despite my extremely close proximity to the suspected culprit. I racked my brain for possibilities. The answer popped into my head almost immediately. "Shit", I said. I repeated the previous sentiment soon after drawing myself from my slumber. I had to go to school. Pulling myself out of bed, I lumbered into my bathroom, turned the hot water on, and took a look in the mirror. The black circles under my eyes were as dark as ever, and the rest of me wasn't looking too keen, either. Satisfied that the hot water was running adequately hot, I engaged the cold water to make the water now falling from my shower head palatable. I stepped into the torrent, and began to think about what this day might have in store for me. I thought for a moment. Nothing special came to mind. A history quiz was scheduled for that day, but I never failed to breeze through those. Other than that, the only thing that appeared to be waiting for me was another day as "the Daria". Stepping out of the shower and started to slick my hair back, I paused. I had butterflies in my stomach, and visions of blood and chaos. Given that I had not recently done any controlled substances, I was confused, disturbed, and vaguely turned on. I went to my room, and put on my uniform of jeans, a band t-shirt (it was my Primus shirt that I got on their '06 "Beating The Dead Horse" tour), and combat boots And even as I was stepping out of my house after eating breakfast (Cap'n Crunch and orange juice, if you must know), I couldn't shake the feeling that something completely and utterly horrifying was going to happen today. The feeling got so intense, that I had to numb it. I took out the emergency joint from my backpack (I always tried to carry around an emergency dose of weed for when my brain started to process just how many idiots I was surrounded by, but they came in handy for whenever my anxiety took over, too) and lit up. As I puffed away, I started to wonder. "What if those ants down there worship humans as gods? Because, like, we're so big, and they're so small. And we wipe the little dudes out all the time..." What do you want? I was stoned. I continued to debate the theological leanings of ants all the way to school, where I was met by a friendly face. "Hey, dude", said the scruffy faced red head with the Cannibal Corpse shirt. "Oh, hey Tom.", I said. He took a look at me, and immediately noticed my condition. "So, you had to use yet another E-Joint, eh?" "Yeah", I replied. "Another vision of blood, gore and chaos?", he asked. "This one even stronger than the last 4.", I answered. He seemed legitimately concerned, which was rare (He rarely expressed any sort of emotion other than rage, unless he was talking about his vinyl collection, or his neighbor's pool boy, Mark). "I think you should talk to a professional about this, dude. This is the ninth day in a row..." "Yeah, yeah, I know. But why should this day be any different from the previous eight?", I asked. "Whatever, man", he said, walking off to talk to talk to his, would be, of course, boyfriend, Rob ("I'll ask him out tomorrow, for sure..."). I waited around for a minute, and the bell finally rang. The day passed more or less without incident. I blazed (no pun intended) though the history test, and algebra and chemistry passed by like they never even happened. But, as the day wore on, my sense of dread grew. By the time I was walking to my fourth class of the day, I thought I was going schizo. Though I told myself that I was only coming down from the weed, I didn't believe it for a second. As I walked into fourth block, I was sure that something bad was going to go down. It was only a matter of when. I entered my English lit classroom, sat down, and laid my books under my desk. The teacher hadn't arrived yet. I drifted off into a waking slumber. I was awakened a moment or two later by a deep, angry, "QUIT STARING A ME, YOU FAG!" I realized I was looking in Bill's general direction. "Whuh?" I asked. "YOU WAS LOOKING AT ME ALL YOU GAY, YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!", he replied. "No, I wasn't.", I said. "Leave me alone." "WHAT?!", he yelled. "WHAT YOU SAY, NIGGA?" "I said to leave me the fuck alone, now please comply with my request", I said, growing angrier and angrier. This, apparently quite incensed Bill. He walked over to my desk, and picked me up by the collar of my shirt. "WHAT YOU SAY NIGGA? WHAT YOU SAY NIGGA? NIGGA I'MMA BEAT YO ASS IF YOU.." my attention shifted from the unusually loud idiot in front of me, to a stainless steel ruler that was next to my desk. I realized suddenly what all those visions meant. This was the day I snapped. I spit into Bill's eyes, and grabbed the ruler. "NIGGA, I'MMA KILL..." his statement was cut short by a ruler slashing his throat. I watched him writhe on the gorund in pain for a minute, but quickly lost interest in the worm. I grabbed my bag, and quickly found the door to the roof. As I was walking up the stairwell leading to the roof, I came to grips with what I had just done. I quickly decided that the best course of action was to kill myself in an appropriately gory way. As I sat down, and remembered the pack of Marlboro 100's I still had in my messenger bag's cell phone pocket. I took one out and lit up. It would be at least 15 minutes before they thought to check up here, so I had time for one last smoke. As I enjoyed this last earthly pleasure, I took out my notebook, opened it up to the last page, and wrote my final message to the world. "Enjoy cleaning up the results of your society." I might as well leave them laughing. I stubbed out my cigarette and stood up. The blood rushed to my head as I walked towards the edge of the roof. Being a showman in life, I quickly decided to leave on a high note. "ATTENTION, CITIZENS!", I yelled. "JOEL WAS THE BETTER HOST OF MST3K!" After that, there was a brief second of the ground coming up at me very fast, and then nothing. The world went black.
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20-07-2009
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