MY WORLD #5
(This title is in bold because its special. Special Ed. that is)
I knew exactly what to say right when she opened her mouth, "Hey Peter!"
"Whoever you are shut up." I said as I layed my head on the table.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Shut up."
"I'm sorry, is there anything I can do to help?"
I looked up to see the face of Kayla Scott, "You don't take hints very well do you?"
"What hint?" I winced and put my head back down on the table. She walked over and sat across from me, "You wanna talk about it?"
I looked up with a wince and looked her in the eyes, "Just who the fuck are you man?"
"You know who I am..."
"I know that you cream puff! What is the point of this conversation?"
"Hey Pete!" TJ said as he arrived at the table with the others.
"Shut up!"
"Howdi Pete!" Mark said in his irish accent.
"Blow me."
Mike sat down and staired at his breakfast burrito with wide eyes, "Hey hows it goin?" he said without even looking at me.
"Eat my shit."
"I got breakfast."
"Shut the fuck up Tiny." I said without picking my head up.
"There someting wrong Zippo?" TJ asked as he unwrapped his burrito.
"Yea, its called a personal life, don't fuck with it."
"Hey guys!" The cartoonish voice called in the cutsie wootsie way.
I was the first to say anything, "Oh God no."
"Hey Heather!" the group called at once.
Hey Kayla, wheres ye brother?" Mark asked.
"TJ, look behind you."
TJ jumped and howeled as he found Shad about to pinch his ass, "What the fuck!"
"Damnit Zippo! Did you have to warn him!"
"Hehehe, your pissed."
"Whats up with Zippo?" Shad asked as he sat down a set of chairs piled up about five feet.
"What? Theres somethign wrong with him?" Mike asked still stairing at his breakfast burrito.
"Ummm, Mike, arn't you going too eat that?"
"I'm debating if I should dare to eat it."
"Why are you doing that?" Kayla asked.
"The food here is dangerouse!" Mike announced finaly looking up for just a split second before returning his attentions back to teh burrito. He reached his hands up and rubbed the tips of his fingers together as he winced slowly bringing them down to touch it. But instead his hand reached for a fork on the side. He picked it up and slowly began to move the fork down towards teh burrito. The whole table held their breaths. He poked it once and suddenly jumped back in case it screamed.
"At least its dead this time."
With the absence of emotion in his voice Mike looked at the burrito again, "Shut up Tiny." He slowly reached down and picked it up. And brought it to his mouth, and the table gasped, and slowly, and with the presence of fear sweat he took the small bite. And everybody gave a relieved sigh.
TJ leaned over too him, "Good arn't they?"
Everybody looked at TJ as he continued to chew on hsi half eaten burrito, "Oh fior crying out looud, why am I out here risking my neck by eating it, when I could just have easily checked TJ's pulse."
"Hey! I am no test dummy!"
"Okay fine, your just a dummy." Mike retorted.
"HEY!"
I picked my head up and looked at them "There is a saying, if you have nothing intelligent to say, don't say anythign at all. No wait, then you would all go mute." I said and layed my head back down.
"Jesus Zippo, what flew up your ass?" Mark said as he set his pop down after a nice long swig.
"Like you would care."
"Damnit Zippo! I am getting so fed up with your bad moodtivity."
"Thats negativity you shitwit." I said and rolled my eyes.
"So, whats up man?"
"Nothing you should be shoving your ugly nose into." Mark took the final swig of the pop and looked at me with angry eyes. Unable to controll his temper he threw the pop can at me which hit me on the temple. I grabbed my temple and winced, "OW! The fuck did you do that for you fucking nazi!"
"God damnit I am so sick of your shit! Why don't you actly try combing your hair for once? It is way to long and sticking out everywhere. You make yourself out to be an asshole, then have the guts to ask why people don't like you!"
"This isn't my hair! I am just doing an impression of your pubic hair. Instead its only four inches long instead of five feet long!"
"Thats it you fucking..." He said as he raised his fists at my face. I closed my eyes and got ready for impact.
"Heads up! A voice announced just before the medal rod slammed into my head and sending me to the floor.
I grabbed my bleading head and looked at the two people carrying a medal pipe out the door, "What the fuck!"
Mike his his fists against the table, "Thats it I can't take any more..." suddenly one of my books which was dangling at the edge of the table came crashign down on my head, "Hey! What the fuck!"
TJ stood up and grabbed his bag of books, "Fuck this." He said as he stepped on my arm sending me to my back, "Jesus H man!" One of the books came tumbling out of the bag and onto my head, "Damnit!" I yelled grabbing my head.
"Oops, sorry Zip." He said leaning over to pick it up just before his foot landed on my crotch.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH GOOD GOD!!!!"