When The World Fails You

When The World Fails You Part 1

Ray

I couldn’t stand them. They all look alike, act alike, did the same shit everyday. No one was different. Not that I let it get to me everyday, but when they brought that over here to my territory we have a problem.

This division was set up by the school itself. They think they had nothing to do with it but the whole cause of this chaotic state was through a corrupt system. School. Hell.

This is how this school works with ranks.

You got the nerds, alone but united in their parents basement playing world of war craft and hoping to god no one walks in on them masturbating under the sheets. They live in a world of solitude but they unite with each other by fear and loneliness. No one gives the smart kid with big glasses a chance because its not code. Even though you could learn a lot.

You have the wanna be gangsters. The ones who make up fake gang names for the school but wont put out in the streets. The ones who let everyone know that their dad is from los angeles but were born up here. The ones who don’t understand why their parents moved up here in the first place. To escape the fate of what they might become. The selfish but determined stubborn idiots.

You have the skaters. The ones who get the girls but also borrow their jeans after sex…am I being to mean? Fuck you, I’m being as honest as I can.

Plus I’m not done.

You got the football stars, those mother fuckers with small dicks and big muscles…see where I’m getting at that? Lets just say all that meat isn’t self made and their sex life is paying for it. Whatever floats their bubble I guess.

Then you got us, the outcasts. The punks. Not those, I listen to mainstream green day losers who shop at Barnes n nobles and spange outside for enough money to get coffee at star bucks. The PUNKS. The kids with no future but good enough dreams to get them through the day. We stick together, fight together, stand up for each other, and die for each other. Because we have to.

That’s a little bit about us…

Oh, I forgot one more important group.

The fuckin cheerleaders. The high powered bitches with the school squirming in their hands…well not just their hands…Madison Henderson’s’ hands. She’s got the world in this school on their knees for her. And she knows it.

And I hate her living guts.

Seems pretty fuckin cliché right? I don’t care. She has everything. EVERYTHING. Nice house, nice car, nice life. Rich mommy and daddy who pretty much own this whole town. They buy her anything she wants. They give her everything.

How do I know this?

My dad used to be their gardener. Plain, Mexican life, I guess you could say. But when my dad would come home, tired and worn out from working hard all day, her rich piece of crap father would call and cuss him out for not doing a good enough job. Later on he just up and fired my dad, leaving us in a rut.

Because he can.

Because THEY can.

Then, to top it off, I get into this fight with her boyfriend. Give a jock the wrong look and they bring all their friends into it. But I got friends too, the kind that wont back down. So the fight turned into a small riot, but there was no way I was going to back down from him no matter how hyped up on steroids he’s on. I never back from a fight.

I thrive on it.

But that was last year.

New year, new start. That’s what all the teachers tell everyone.