The Rally

[vakkotaur]

I suppose it's been long enough now that I can tell it. I very nearly got mixed up with a really bad crowd. This group seemed to live on hate of the other and believed, really truly believed, only in their own movement. Dissent was not tolerated. I was very fortunate to have escaped this movement.

I hadn't intended attending their rally. I

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[kinkyturtle]

After getting kicked out of art school (for, well, not taking art seriously enough, I guess, or school for that matter), I spent my fourth year of high school at Bellaire High (because that was the district I lived in, and because I lived in the district, they wouldn't let me ride a school bus, even though it was too far to walk, so I had to take the Metro bus to school every day, and what really sucked was that the closest stop was halfway to school anyway, sheesh... um... where was I? I'll start over.)

So I spent my fourth year at Bellaire High School, which, unlike art school, had a football team. And one day there was a pep rally. I didn't wanna go, having as much distaste for sports as you do. Fortunately, they didn't make me go, but I did have to spend the duration sitting in home room. My home room was close to the auditorium, and I could faintly hear the pep rally. I heard what sounded like cheering and chanting punctuated by what I think were drumbeats.

It was creepy. It kept making me think of the Thuggee ritual scene from "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom".