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Today started off like any other day. I woke up already wanting to go back to bed. I dreaded going to school. I mean, doesn't every high schooler? You wake up too early—unable to function at all—, you're forced to sit through at least six to seven hours of teachers droning on and on about stuff that more than likely won't be used in the outside world, and then you come home to waste your life away on hours of homework only to go to bed and do the same all over again the next day.

Why even bother getting out of bed? Life sucks anyway. I don't really have friends. Sure, I'd like to have one, but pretty much everyone in my class is either an arsehole or a twat. So, yeah. I pretty much hate everyone.

I know what you're thinking. Maybe if I put myself out there, I'd gain friends. Yeah, well I tried that my first year of high school. I regretted it. Worst decision of my life.

I know I may sound like I'm complaining or that this is some form of teenage angst, but honestly? Life really does suck and I really do hate the world and my entire class.

Maybe I should lighten up...or maybe not.

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I saved my little...lets call it a blurb. I saved my blurb and posted it to my blog. Yes, I'm a teenage boy who runs a blog. Get over it. I have it anonymous so that no one knows it's me and surprisingly? A lot of people in my school follow it and they leave their own stories too...except, they don't have theirs anon. So yes, I know who Cheryl fucked last week and I know who Danielle dumped two days ago.

It's quite entertaining I suppose. I can walk through these halls and know everyone's story and yet? They wouldn't know it was me running that blog. A lot of people actually think it's a girl who runs the account. If they ever found of a guy runs the blog? They'd probably be in an uproar and probably try to find out who was behind it all. I won't let them find out.

I closed my MacBook, slid it into my book bag and stood up from the table I was at; I was in the school library during my study hall. The class room that the study hall was in was not only too crowded but way too loud. The library was the only quiet place for me to come and just write. Plus, no one else really comes into the library unless they're looking for a book to read for English or if they're trying to get away from someone because why would anyone come into a library where you're forced to be quiet. High school students are incapable of being quiet. Well, except for me that is.

I put my book bag over my shoulder and left the library just as the bell rang; I had one more class before the day was over. It was Media Productions. I gotta say that I actually enjoyed the class. I was always the lad behind the camera instead of in front of it. I may or may not have bribed my teacher into letting this happen.

There was only two other students in the class with me. It was two girls. Stacy was your typical popular girl. She had probably slept with the entire football team...twice. The other girl though? Natalie was that girl that everyone was friends with but she wasn't really popular nor was she an outcast. She was right in the middle of it all.

These two girls always fought for the spotlight and camera time. I would sometimes get bribes from them. Stacy had offered to give me a blowjob just so I would purposely mess up the footage of Natalie's report on the lunch for the school week. Then Natalie had offered to show me a good time...aka let me sleep with her...if I had purposely lost the footage of Stacy talking about the sports team stats. Of course I declined them both numerous times.