oh, we bad. (part one)

i have never in my life felt so... gratuitously rebellious. ever. but these past few days, brirm has been bad. ::slaps wrist:: now i explain (names may or may not have been slightly altered to protect the guilty):

--Monday, feb. 3, �03--right after lunch (sixth period)-- brat and mirm are dreading the next two periods that will finish out the day. actually, mirm is dreading the next two periods and brat is dreading her last class, which she routinely strolls in five minutes late to every day anyway.
it is gorgeous outside, especially considering the past few weeks have been all snow and ice and bone-slicing wind. the sun is out and it looks warm. the fresh air is inviting. mirm wonders if it feels as nice out as it looks, and brat suggests they find out. moments later, they are blinking in the sun, inhaling the almost-freedom.
no one notices the two as they bask in the warmth while droves of others hurry to class in the "ghetto" (trailers built in the parking lot in a desperate attempt to accomodate a student population that is roughly five hundred more than what the school was built to hold). brat and mirm realize just how exceedingly easy and normal it would be for them to go to french class like good little students, eager to learn french, their favorite class of the day.

by "go to french class," we do of course mean head for the trailers and then veer slightly to the left in the direction of brat's car.

it would be so easy... suddenly brat grabs mirm and sprints back inside to safety of claustrophobic environment of local learning institution.

(side note: i am well aware that the lobby of our school is anything but claustrophobic, but when compared to sweet, sweet freedom it suddenly becomes quite constricting)

brat realizes if she had stayed outside a millisecond longer, she would have willingly leaped into the arms of temptation and allowed it to carry her down the sinful path of weakness. panicked, brat grabs col� midstride and begs him to talk her out of it. he is of no help. in fact, he looks as if he is ready to join them. luckily, or unluckily, depending upon how one looks at it, "jessica" happens to walk by and freak out on brat when she is told of their half-plans.
brat is able to grip reality just enough to force herself and mirm to turn toward their respective classes.
mirm looks as if she is about to cry.
brat doesn't blame her.

school sucks.
brat has never thought this in her life before this year. this year is so strange.

the collective agreement about this year is that if it wasn't for school, this year would be the best year ever.

hmmm.

ink :: graphite