School
I walked into the two-story tan brick building, my security level dropping.
Why do we need school?
Science: I'll watch Mythbusters
Music: My IPhone+YouTube
History: They're all dead anyway.
Reading: Bitch, please. I have 300 books irl and Wattpad.
English: I'm using it right now.
Math: I have a calculator.
Gym: I'll go outside.
Lunch: What is this? Prison?
Social Studies: One word: Internet.
Art: Look! I drew a tree!
Clubs: Seriously? I'm eleven and my eighteen-year-old cousin is scared of me! Try and get me in one of those sucky ass clubs and I'll knock you into next week.
Seriously.
Why?!
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