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School today is stranger than usual. Maybe I’m paranoid but it seems like everyone is looking at me and talking about me and Sarah. I guess word is out that we are going to Prom. The problem is that being in a band and hanging with the druggies/groupies makes me look bad. Sarah is a straight A student and hangs with the smart kids. You know the honor society, student government, debate team, chess club etc. The kids I hang with not in any of my classes. I take classes with Sarah and her crowd. One of the guys in my first period class told me I had no business going with Sarah. He called me a peasant and Sarah royalty. This really bothers me; I mean they are no better than me.
I had a free third period and by this time I was sick of everyone so I went to the library where I could just hide out in a corner and be left alone. Well Sarah also had free and she found me. She asked me if the whole prom thing was a bad idea. I’m thinking I’m getting dumped and I already rented a tux. I told her that I thought we could have a good time and I really didn’t care what other people thought. She agreed with me and asked me if I wanted to come over for dinner. I said yes. She said her parents wanted to meet me. Jesus Christ, what the hell have I gotten myself into? Her father is some big shot doctor; they live in a fucking Penthouse in a much nicer part of town. Usually I don’t care but I think the peasant comment has gotten to me. What should I wear? Fuck it. I’m not changing for them… If they don’t like me for me then they can go to hell! Maybe I will watch my language so I don’t offend anyone. Wish me luck, that was the bell I gotta run.
I had a free third period and by this time I was sick of everyone so I went to the library where I could just hide out in a corner and be left alone. Well Sarah also had free and she found me. She asked me if the whole prom thing was a bad idea. I’m thinking I’m getting dumped and I already rented a tux. I told her that I thought we could have a good time and I really didn’t care what other people thought. She agreed with me and asked me if I wanted to come over for dinner. I said yes. She said her parents wanted to meet me. Jesus Christ, what the hell have I gotten myself into? Her father is some big shot doctor; they live in a fucking Penthouse in a much nicer part of town. Usually I don’t care but I think the peasant comment has gotten to me. What should I wear? Fuck it. I’m not changing for them… If they don’t like me for me then they can go to hell! Maybe I will watch my language so I don’t offend anyone. Wish me luck, that was the bell I gotta run.