As usual, it began as a dream, not one of the superheroes or to become one, but the kind that ends hot and mushy. I was driving an American 4-4-0 class steam locomotive and my fireman who was shirtless shoveling coal into the firebox to build up steam for the long trip was ripped I mean RIPPED his body was like it was chiseled by the Greek and Roman gods as he stared waling his way were I was sitting he pinned me against my seat and started kissing me all over my body and before it got even hotter I heard a noise from my bedroom door that woke me up from my dream. "Get up! Now! You stupid mutt!" yelled a voice that reminded me of Petunia from Harry Potter. "Make me breakfast," shouted my evil mother. As I awoke from the yelling I dressed in the same clothes as yesterday and put on the old glasses that I can barely see with. While I was preparing dinner for the lazy pig I call mother, I saw her walking towards the kitchen.
My mom later that morning took me to the high school to get me registered for the school year scents, we just moved in on a Sunday and now it was Monday and everyone was back for classes; as we walked into the main office the PA went off for the day. Tooele High School good morning. Please stand for the pledge, he said, afterward my mother told the office lady that she wanted to get me registered for school, she told us that guidance is down the hall and to the left. It wasn't long until the evil bitch grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hallway to the counselors' office. The closer we got to the office, the more anxious I became because I would need to select my classes.
The woman at the front desk asked, "How can I help you?" with a sweet caring voice. In response to the question, my mom replied, "I would like to register this mutt for school," she said with a blunt tone with a surprised expression on her face. She yelled at my mom, "Don't call him a dog, he's a wolf!". In about a minute, we walked into the counselor's office that does IEPs. I sat in the comfy chairs and the counselor named Mr. Sneed asked me questions to complete the computer form for the district and began selecting classes.
My schedule was printed out, my map was handed to me along with a planner and a note for my 2nd-hour class, and I headed into crowded Tooele high school to attempt to find the class I needed.
I was walking down the upper hallway looking for my ASL class when someone put their leg out to trip me. As I tripped over the leg, I dropped the schedule and map and grabbed some guys' pants, pulling them down in order to brace myself, which ended up in my face. The guy in front of me turned around and said in the most surprising voice, "What the fuck!"
I realized I screwed up just now.
