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Postal dude never had problems winning friends…despite the fact he alternated between reeking of crack or urine on different days of the week. Or the fact that he was wearing the same stupid graphic tee he had worn since he had started Paradise high. For some reason that never seemed to bother people.
However, there was one aspect of school he was failing in, his grades. They were simply atrocious. It had even become the joke of the class. Of course, this did bother the teachers a lot. Especially miss K…the headmistress of whom postal dude had an appointment with.
“So. I’m going to assume you know why you’re here.” Miss K said, as postal dude entered the door loudly slamming behind him. Miss K looked stressed, and her smile looked strained.
“…yep. My grades?” Postal dude suggested as he stepped in to sit down.
“yes. Your grades. You remember what you got right?”
“mhm. How could I forget,” Postal dude quipped drily “somehow they were worse. You would think by the second attempt they would improve.”
Miss K groaned. “yes. I thought so too. So I had a little idea. How about you go to one of your classmates for help? His name is….”
There is an awkward pause, miss K seemed gesture vaguely shooting postal dude a desperate look.
“Who do you mean?” Postal dude asked clueless. Surely the headmistress would remember their students names. Miss K groaned again.
“the one who made a Molotov in chemistry.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh” he exclaimed. “The emo looking one? Spent all his breaks writing stuff in like that journal with all the weird stickers?”
“yes. He was expelled a year for that, and came back he’s been getting really good grades, maybe he’d help you out?” miss K suggested, her expression brightening.
“how do I know he isn’t going to slit his wrists on me?“
“I’m sure he’s a lovely young man!” miss K quickly interrupted, opening up a random folder. “your dismissed.” She replied, waving away postal dude with her hand.
Postal dude stepped out of the office (the door slamming behind him again) “stupid door” he muttered on his way out. The corridors were surprisingly empty as it was in the middle of English. In the distance Dude could hear faint yells of resistance against going to English. He eventually made it to the door (A21) and opened it to take his seat. The teacher was missing, and a creative writing assignment was left on the board.
Postal dude took his seat. It was missing a chair leg, however the school allegedly didn’t have the funds to replace it. Obviously that was widely doubted. The assignment on the board was to write about a car trip. “yep I’m not doing that.” Postal dude concluded, and turned around the room to find the emo guy miss K was talking about.
Surprisingly, he was right behind postal dude…and unsurprisingly was scribbling away on a sheet of paper.
He then looked up at postal dude. There is an awkward silence and the person postal dude was sat next to (Mike) quickly interjected.
“be careful he doesn’t start singing that Dear Maria song.”
Postal dude chuckled at that, and Mike giggled to himself as he turned back around.
“so miss K said you can help me out..? With my grades. Because I keep failing.” Postal dude asked to the man.
He looks puzzled, and scraped his long black hair out of his face. “I’ve not heard anything about that.”
“right.” Postal dude paused. He looked down, it was surprisingly a lot of pages of the same scribbled handwriting. “you wrote a lot.” Postal dude commented leaning over to have a look. “Can I read it?”.
The story was about a car trip, as that was the brief, but somehow it involved running over approximately 20 people and performing at least 5 hit and runs.
“….interesting.” Postal dude commented, slowly handing the story back to it’s writer. “Whats your name again?”
“it’s not important.” He bristled, looking irritated.
Postal dude (with his chronic inability to read the room) then quipped “alright not important Wow your parents must of really hated you. So can you help me or not?”
Not important grimaced. “why would I?” He snapped. “It’s not my problem if you won’t revise. Admittedly he did have a point.
Postal dude tried to think of an argument. “Yeah, but miss K might make it your problem…she did seem pretty insistent that you help me. And maybe I’ll help you be less of a…loner.” Postal dude grinned awkwardly.
Not important was indeed a loner. He didn’t talk to anyone and the general school populace had more bad to say than good.
Not Important paused, now looking slightly thoughtful.
“Alright I’ll try to help.”
Postal dude brightened, his awkward grin turning genuine. “See we’re already best buds!”
Not Important grimaced.