Labor day. It's a sad day if you're below 30. Mine is even sadder, because I am in a class that contains my arch-nemesis, the foul, evil, loathsome Branden (yes, with an e) Larkin. DUN-DA-DUUUUUUN. How so much evil can be contained in such a small person is beyond. The guy has made three teachers cry, and almost yours truly. Fortunately, I haven't seen him since Freshman year, but he's in my AP Euro, which is bad, due to the fact it's been rumor that the teacher, Mr. D, is terrible at his job, and knowing my luck, the class is bound to be filled with white trash,which is basically what Yellow school is made up of.
I should explain. Where I live, my high school is so crowded, the whole place has been split up into separate schools, which are named by color.
Green School- The best one, and not just because I'm in it. The focus is on both arts and academics, with a high standard on teachers.
Yellow School-Purely academic focus. I was in Yellow School for the first semester of Freshman year, which initially turned out to be the worst semester of my high school career. Gradewise I was fine, but I was a nervous wreck, I had the Short Bastard (my nickname for Branden) in Bio AND Sports Studies. I would walk into both classes ready to piss my pants. Fortunately, I switched out of Yellow School just in time for second semester to roll around. But we're getting off-topic.
Silver School- Athletic and Academic focus.
Blue School- For stupid people. The focus is purely on Athletics, and believe you me, it SHOWS.
Anyway, I do have on secret weapon. Branden is very sensitive about his height, so unless he's suffered a growth spurt, I have these cutting remarks ready for action.
Hey Branden, when it rains, are you always the last to know?
You're so short your hair reeks of feet.
The one difference between you and a small donkey is that one is an ass and the other is a type of horse.
I know I'm mean, but believe me, it's worth it.
