teen emo chapter 1
Poem by: blackwriter13
My name is Randy.
It's not that I hate life,
It's just not my thing.
This is my journal.
From my first day in 8th grade,
to the end.
Unless I lose my journal.
that would suck.
Today was not so great.
I got to school late, and on the way there i tripped in a puddle. Just my luck i guess. I got my new Volcom jeans wet. It sucks.
I got there and they sent me straight to my first class, where they were telling everyone who they are and what they love to do.
They were in a circle. It was kinda gay. No offense of course.
I sat down and waited for my turn.
When it got to me I said, "My name is Randy, and I love to sing."
Some of the jocks were coughing, "Fag" under their breath. Then they all laughed. It was embarrassing.
Then the rest of the day was really boring.
I made one friend. His name is Dylan. I think he is kinda a spaz. But, oh well.
Nothing really happened interesting at school today, But after school Dylan and I went to, what he calls, "The fucking hang out" haha.
It is behind a tree next to a skate park.
But when we got there, It was filled with posers, and somewhat hot girls. Not really. I could have cared less actually.
Dylan is a retard. He went up to one of the girls and asked if he could make out with her.
It looked really gross.
And she looked like she hated it.
But he looked like he was having a fucking blast.
I just left.
They gave me a bad look.
I knew what they were thinking.
"emo fag, kill it..."
it scares me. And that was my day, i wondered what would happen to dylan and that chic, oh well.
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