Post by Zip on Dec 7, 2008 21:18:11 GMT -5
While the king and queen lie sleeping,
And their daughter's smile so nice,
The bell bell'd.
Shutting her locker with a rattle that shook the hall, June strung her guitar behind her back and wandered. School was so jading, the same sickening motivational posters at the same 90 degree corners, the never-ending ramble of teenage minds bitching about unfair teachers who handed out 'too much' homework.
Although...thinking back to her creative writing class that day, she almost smiled. When a student piped up that "It's not fair!", Mr. M told them to look the word 'fair' up in the dictionary. He did, and found that the grinning, optimistic face of Mercury was taped in the book right next to it.
Soft murmurings of thinking freshmen echoed through the walls, the teachers speaking loud and clear, reciting watered-down definitions from the textbook.
It was assuring, though. At least most of them enjoyed the job they had. Because, as June knew, there is nothing worse than having to do something you hate day after agonizing day.
A frazzled substitute teacher ran out from a room, angry at the unexpected variety of students. She stared at June,
Nothing but trouble, what are you doing?
"Do you have a hall pass?"
June held up her guitar, then lied soothingly,
"I'm heading to the music room."
Lying piece of white trash, I hate people like you, I'm quitting this job,
"Well....make sure you get an actual pass next time, okay?"
The sub flashed a toothy smile, the tendons in her neck sticking out.
June just about hit her, but just mirrored the woman's face, and gave a sarcastic cheerful,
"Okay!"
Stupid cunt reminded her of her mother. Same fake smile, thinking that she owned the world, believing she was the cure for the cancer. Narcassism. It's a hurtful thing.
Strumming lightly, she passed more classes, until she reached the airlock at the end. She then proceeded to trap herself in there, hid in a corner, and sniffed, a few tears dropping down.
Tuning her guitar (for the fourth time that day), she mellowly looked outside, imagining what life would have been like if the power didn't go out in the hospital, just as she was about to be aborted.
Brothers wait through windows,
And the peasants die for rice,
And here's I'm standing naked,
Laughing MADLY at the sun
And their daughter's smile so nice,
The bell bell'd.
Shutting her locker with a rattle that shook the hall, June strung her guitar behind her back and wandered. School was so jading, the same sickening motivational posters at the same 90 degree corners, the never-ending ramble of teenage minds bitching about unfair teachers who handed out 'too much' homework.
Although...thinking back to her creative writing class that day, she almost smiled. When a student piped up that "It's not fair!", Mr. M told them to look the word 'fair' up in the dictionary. He did, and found that the grinning, optimistic face of Mercury was taped in the book right next to it.
Soft murmurings of thinking freshmen echoed through the walls, the teachers speaking loud and clear, reciting watered-down definitions from the textbook.
It was assuring, though. At least most of them enjoyed the job they had. Because, as June knew, there is nothing worse than having to do something you hate day after agonizing day.
A frazzled substitute teacher ran out from a room, angry at the unexpected variety of students. She stared at June,
Nothing but trouble, what are you doing?
"Do you have a hall pass?"
June held up her guitar, then lied soothingly,
"I'm heading to the music room."
Lying piece of white trash, I hate people like you, I'm quitting this job,
"Well....make sure you get an actual pass next time, okay?"
The sub flashed a toothy smile, the tendons in her neck sticking out.
June just about hit her, but just mirrored the woman's face, and gave a sarcastic cheerful,
"Okay!"
Stupid cunt reminded her of her mother. Same fake smile, thinking that she owned the world, believing she was the cure for the cancer. Narcassism. It's a hurtful thing.
Strumming lightly, she passed more classes, until she reached the airlock at the end. She then proceeded to trap herself in there, hid in a corner, and sniffed, a few tears dropping down.
Tuning her guitar (for the fourth time that day), she mellowly looked outside, imagining what life would have been like if the power didn't go out in the hospital, just as she was about to be aborted.
Brothers wait through windows,
And the peasants die for rice,
And here's I'm standing naked,
Laughing MADLY at the sun