Xanthor: NO TYLER, YOU CANT HAVE THE COVETED BOOK OF SOCIAL SECRETS! IF YOU WERE NOT BORN WITH THE KNOWLEDGE – YOU ARE JUST FUCKED!

Ty: How did you know my real name?

Xanthor: I know everything there is to know about…..

Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep

Supermom: Ty, time to get up! Bus will be here in an hour!

Im pulled back into reality. Shit! Let me back into dream world! NOO! I’d prefer the giant deformed human being-monster crossbreed any day. As I slowly realize I’m up for good, I crawl out of bed. First day of the rest of my life…what a joke. If this was my life, I so better be getting a refund on my purchase. I severely doubt when choosing lifestyles in Pre-Life I would have chosen class fag! What a rip-off. Sophomore year – just another waste of 187 days of my life. Days I Could Be Protesting. Days I Could Be Shopping. Days I Could Be Living. Not Days I Could Be Sitting In A Classroom With My Brain Slowly Leaking Out My Ears. Not Days I Could Slowly Be Becoming Another Hollister Drone.

Ty 1: Get over yourself, you are such a Diva! Just go and get it over with, then protest when you get home!

Ty 2: Yea, but we could be spending that eight hours a day helping to fight the wrongs in the world!

Ty 3: I don’t give a damn what we do, as long as we look good doing it! Can we get a damn move on?

SHUT UP!

Ok, they are calm. Everything is serine.

Bulldozer/Brother: If you want a damn shower you better get it now!

There went serine, right out the window. I don’t respond to Bulldozer – what would be the purpose? He was leaving for college this afternoon anyways. I hate him for hating me.

I head to the shower and decide on a coldie to wake me up.

Thirty minutes later I am out and ready to lotion and dress. As I walk past the mirror, I stop and gaze at myself. I wish I could say that in that moment I was being deep and trying to figure out who I really was, but I wasn’t. I was making sure everything was in pristine condition.

My mesmerizing hazel eyes are full of life today, which my friends will be happy to see. Ok, now to examine the face. I have no blemishes, so there will be no need for cover up YAY. Now onto the main event, The Chest. Ok; 1 Peck, 2 Peck, 1, 2, 3, 4 – SHIT! What happened to the other two abs? OhMiGod! It was that GD cheeseburger meal. I knew a double cheeseburger, fries, and a shake would be way too much and I would so pay. It could have at least gone to my ass I need more junk if you know what im saying. I just didn’t think it would be this early. Well, I will just have to wear one of my button ups today. Ok, time for my lotioning and dressing.

Complete! I am done! After putting on my new A.E. Jeans, my favorite HRC activist tee with my favorite A & F button up, and my bag, I finally head out.

It’s pouring, and Satan has my umbrella. Of-Fucking-Course! I still continue up the hill, because it is either walk 30 feet to the bus or 14 miles to the school. As I choose bus, fresh meat from my stop decides to suck-up. Like that will work on me.

Fresh Meat: Hurry up Ty! The bus is pulling up the hill!

I run the rest of the way, being careful not to splash the mud from last night’s continuing downpour on my new jeans. Made it and not a moment to soon. My usual besties greet me as I walk down the isle to the very back seat. This is reserved for me, that way the driver can’t hear my phone ring, and because all of the girls like me. On my bus, the majority of people are girls, so what they say goes. So if they say I sit in back so they can protect me from our bus driver, so be it! I sit in an empty seat behind my lesbian, because she can actually have a conversation with me without drooling all over me.

My Lesbian: Hey boyy! I still can’t believe we are sophomores this year? I was so glad freshman year was over!

Ty: So true, and that means, only three more years and were outta this shithole!

My Lesbian: I KNOW RIGHT!

The conversation drones on with the usual new grade BS while the bus continues moving through the stops smoothly. We aren’t freshmen – blah blah blah – I may be getting a protégé to carry my shit – blah blah blah.

The bus halts to a sudden stop, which is followed by strong language from the black group on our bus. Why are they the loudest and the most vulgar? My Lesbian and I both instinctively look to the front of the bus, but for different reasons. She glares a very evil glare to the front, knowing who is about to get on. I gaze a very star struck gaze knowing who is about to get on.

My Lesbian: You know you can dream better than him right. And even if it did ever happen, you could do way better than him. You could have any girl and ¼ of the boys at our school – so why him?

Ty: That’s why – I could have ANY other person. Yet somehow he is always just out of reach. Close enough to smell, yet too far away to touch.

My heart stops because I know he is the next person to get on. Then my Greek God appears – my Will.