One Week Prior to First Day: I am going to be the shit at this newschool. I get a clean slate, no one knows me, or about how i got caughtwatching anime porn in the computer lab last year. Nope, at thisschool, im going to soar to the top ranks of popularity, meanwhilegetting good enough grades that my parents will buy me shit, but notgood enough to the point where i look like a nerd.

One Day Priorto First Day: I have all my clothes layed out for tomorrow and my lunchmoney set out. I know that im going to look so chill in my three wolvest-shirt that was all the rave online, which is going to go along sonice with my favorite pair of kargo pants that zip off into shorts(FTW).

First Day of Middle School: I head to my first blockclass, English, and sit in the back of the room, next to a really cutegirl. I'm on fire, spitting so much game that she's practically beggingfor 3 inch rock hard willy. She says i need to stop talking to herbecause im weird, but i know what she means. she means, ohh yeah, youbetter save your breath for all the lip locking were going to be doinglater.