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April 14, 2005
Jensen sat across from Mrs. Williams, his school counselor, tapping his foot against the ground, sweaty hands clutching his seat, pulse racing, and eyes trained on the ticking clock. He refused to talk about his case. One of his teachers had picked up his agenda in class only to find disturbing words to songs written all over it and, without consulting with Jensen, had made an appointment for him with the school counselor. Jensen was inconvenienced by it, to say the least.
He trusted no one. Jensen would die before he opened his mouth.
This is why Jensen spent the whole half hour talking about Claudia, a girl at their school who was severely bullied. He didn't care that the teacher asked him to talk about himself.
12 p.m.
“Jensen!” Milo called, jogging to his side. Jensen was surprised to see him as he hadn't seen him in over a month since the incident on the bus where Milo had all but put the moves on him.
“Hey, Milo!” smiled Jensen brightly, closing his locker.
“Do you want to go to the computer lab?”
“Sure,”
As they began to walk towards the computer lab, Milo shifted ever so slightly closer to Jensen and said, “I heard you had an appointment with Mrs. Williams earlier today,”
“Yes,” Jensen laughed. Any news got around quickly around here.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Jensen began to sneer a little as he continued to laugh, albeit a little stronger than before. It was a bitter laugh. “I didn't tell her shit. You know they're all braindead robots,”
Milo sighed. He had to agree. They had no idea what it was like to be a teenager in a private catholic school in 2005. That said, as they arrived and sat down in the back of the lab, they both popped open their VampireFreaks.com and MySpace.com accounts on their respective computers. This is why they got along. They could really both enjoy their favorite activities together.
Jensen had never felt so in tune with someone in his life. It was a wonderful feeling, one that, unfortunately, Jensen was taking for granted without even realizing it.
April 17, 2005
Jensen had detention. He'd told a school warder —literally, there were bars on the windows of this God-forsaken school, and the school hired people to watch the grounds and make sure no one ever left the premises or that they did anything bad; they couldn't smoke or even kiss each other and hold hands —to go fuck herself when she complained that he wasn't wearing the school's uniform shoes. He was wearing ones like it, but he kept growing and his parents couldn't afford new shoes for school. He'd tried to explain it to her, but the woman had just looked down her nose at him and talked down to him, even called him an idiot.
So, apparently, Jensen had a problem with authority.
They had him repeating the dictionary for a full Saturday.
Jensen was not surprised by the injustice, as years in this school and in his family had taught him that authority was, in most cases, corrupt. They pushed around the young and ignored their most basic needs.
The day would come that Jensen would be an adult though, and only then would he be truly happy because he'd get to be around mature people and make his own choices.
Wasn't that every kid's dream?
TBC~