User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Teenage Angst Chapter 2: That Was Painful

A few stitches, put into that of Gregory's lip, and forehead were placed and he was released. Only his first day, given his first hour here and he already succumbed to the macho man's forceful intent. Luckily his friendly-not-so-much-friends had illustriously came to his aid when he was in dire need of it. Although he never really liked the Greasy's, they did hold him in aspired regards, his only friend amongst the group was Norton. The two were childhood friends, even before Norton became an aficionado in macho behavior. He was still 'soft' as he put it, with Greg he was more charitable given the notion that he didn't need to put on an act.

Sitting on the cobblestone bench outside the Nurses office, nurses his scars that he achieved from his day one affair Norton sat down next to him.

"How's that lip man." Norton had asked. ''Well it hurts. ''

"They're nice, want to grant me a kiss?" Greg beamed. They both broke into faint laughter. Of course Gregory was completely distressed, and he made no effort to even secrete it beyond a reasonable doubt. Still even though it was on the forefront Norton didn't seem to notice, or just didn't care.

"That's funny, man." Norton said with a wide smile.

They sat their silently enjoying this prime weather they had, Greg even began to take notes of the nice weather that they had been subjected too recently. Even by early September the weather goes to hell pretty quick in Bullworth. After a time of decreed silence Norton finally perked up. "Hey, man, 'fore class kicks off want to go hangout with the guys?"

''Not really, oh please, no. ''"Sure." Greg had agreed, despite his efforts not too.

Norton, like a puppy clamoring for his treat, rushed from his seat and to the interior of the main building with Greg reluctantly in tow. Upon entering the main building boundful glares fell on him from the passing students. Giving him an uneasy feeling as he did so, they had stared and spoke inchorent words to one another silently. Possibly about him. Greg hated that about people, they had developed pleasantries to one's face, but scythe one in the back once turned to them.

Entering the cafeteria he was standing before the different factions of the school, all conforming to their effort. Conformity on all levels just shows where the sheep are, those words repeated in his mind, once said by Dead Kennedys frontman Jello Biafra.

There were the Athletes. macho monkeys who would hardly even bat an eye at him. Their immense superiority over everything, and treatment of women (because they could) was just outright disgusting. They would hail these lands as theirs. Then, came the rich aristocrats, wearing their furbished aquaberry, and perfectly lined slacks they had an attitude of fallacy, Greg was glad he didn't find himself in that social circle, he'd probably off himself.

Then came the group he'd most wish to ascociate with, Nerds. Though they were imposed by the other factions they stood out, and made no effort to even do so.

TO BE CONTINUED!