Who Spat In Your Pizza, Alpha Dude

Oh Great. Yep, I'm back here again. On my lil beauty, but I guess she really isn't that little. But she's my midnight striker. A Honda Goldwing. I would normally be excited to ride on her again, but I guess the place we're going to, made me just die on the inside. And my memorial all has to do with one word. School. The gates of hell enter my eyesight. draining my life from within me. It sucks my soul out and through it into a never-ending blender. A neuter-bullet is what people call it. And it stings like Thanatos himself. See, where other people don't mind the place. And lays in the gaze of all its glory. I just find that its a bigger Strange Center Holding Overly Obtuse Learners. But, if you're going for laziness over truthfulness, then you can call it a High School. I didn't realize that I made it over to that stretch of land until my fate was sold in front of me. The nonsense chatter of the other teenagers. So when I'm passing through the parking lot, it's just how I expected it. People stopping their mindless chatter and glaring my way, out of curiosity or hatred. And if they have something compelling their fate with me being her, they can go find someone who will listen to their bull. Hopping off my beauty, I see to it of where I parked. Which is consistently right in front of this so 'school'. Looking around, I send people my dirtiest glare, sending a message and only that message through. "You scratch this bike in any way and you won't live to see tomorrow." And by the quick glances away and hurrying to the front door, I can tell that they got my message loud and clear. Placing my charcoal helmet in the space compartment, I pick up my black and white Nike bag, before taking my time to the receptionist. But as I haunt through the leftover crowds, I make a mental tick off my mental get-through-this-day-with-no-bashing-anyone-up list. Except I think that list will be crumbled up and thrown into a trash bin by lunchtime. Placing my ruff, coiled handing onto the pristine doorknob, I take the first step, truly making myself know to the wonders that lay await. But did I know how fast these wonders would appear, because as soon as my eyelids open up, I knew my days here were gonna be one hell of a journey?