The Serialized Adventures of John P. Chandatlantic, Part 1

Can I stop calling myself  Freshman now? It’s second semester now, so, like, I’m sorta not that fresh anymore. I know my way around, I can find classrooms and stuff. I found that club – damn, forgot to go again. Still haven’t been in the 500 building though. That’s weird. I don’t think I’ve been in the cafeteria since orientation day either…

Jackie says I’m a freshman until I have my first bit of drama. I’m not doing that. I saw what she was like in her freshman year. I had to live with her during her most diva-ish moments. Jackie is, of course, my sister. She’ll graduate at the end of this year. Sometimes she’s a pain, but the rest of the time she’s… well, a pain, but she’s a pain who at least cares about her kid brother. I wish she’d drive me home, but I know that if I need her she’ll be there. I’m pretty sure she could beat up most of my classmates if they started picking on me. I don’t think I’ll need it, but it’s still good to have a safety net like that.

I was picking at the ASB sticker on my ID earlier. I don’t know why mom got it. I’m never going to use it. I mean, I like football and I do know some of the players, but I just don’t think I’ll ever go to a game. I enjoy  my Friday nights. It’s the one night I know Jackie will be out and I don’t have homework and Mom and Dad usually go out to dinner. I can just play Fallout in peace. I like my friends, they’re awesome, but I like alone time, y’know? It lets me reflect on the week while venting my frustration into some mutants.

Like last week-ohgod, I don’t know why, but I swear Mrs. Cotner hates me. I was talking in class, yea, but not loud or anything, and she wasn’t even talking – we were just doing bookwork – I had a question so I asked the guy next to me and she snapped at me like what am I supposed to do? Then she says if I have a question, I should ask her and I did and she was like, “well I explained that earlier, you’ve got to do this this and this” but I just didn’t get it. It just didn’t click, y’know?  I dunno, maybe that’s just how high school is. How would I know; I’m just a freshman.

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