Before They Were Green, chapter 6
Three months later(May)
Billie, Mike and Tre walked through the school gate into the schoolyard.
"IIIII am so--oh-oh tireeeedddddd" Tre yawned loudly, then stopped.
"Oh Bil-eee, there's that gir-irlllllll" he taunted.
"Where?!" Billie's eyes darted around nervously. *thump*, Billie tripped." shit." he muttered, embarrassed. Picking himself off the ground quickly, he saw the girl and her friends laughing at him. He scratched the back of his head, pretending it didn't happen. Once they had walked inside the school Mike and Tre burst out laughing and Billie mentally kicked himself.
"I am so stupid!" He growled through clenched teeth.
"Yes, yes you are." Mike said, trying to keep a straight face, but he burst out laughing. He high fived Tre.
"Bastards." Billie muttered and walked to his locker, down the hall. He stopped at his lock, number sixty-nine. He took of his back wards red baseball cap and wipped the sweat off his forehead. It was very hot for May. He put his hat back on and did his locker combo, 36-04-24. He pulled it open and being the king of messes he was, Billie had left stuffed piled up to the heavens causing everything to crash into him.
"You're a fucking bitch, you know that locker?" He growled shoving his stuff back in. "You can't even hold a couple things". Yeah sure... A couple? Pshhh!
*
Billie grabbed what he needed and headed for math class. He sat in his desk, hot
And bored, bored, bored. He sat next to a window so when the teacher, Mr. Brickle (rhymes with tickle) turned his back to write on the chalkboard, he opened it a crack, letting in a much needed cool breeze.
Finally, Tre arrived 15 minutes late. He was Billie's only saviour in math class, being the funny guy he was. Tre picked up a late-slip from a very unhappy Mr. Brickle and sat down next to Billie.
"Fucking faggot." He whispered to Billie about the teacher. "I hope he catches a disease that makes him have diarrhea every day for the rest of his life."
Billie burst out laughing.
"Mr. Armstrong do you have something to share with the class?"
Billie thought about saying 'Yes, in fact, I do' and farting loudly, but he thought it was best if he didn't.
"Well?"
"No sir." he sighed, and the teacher continued on with the lesson.
"Oh, come feel this." Billie whispered showing Tre the open window.
"Oh yeah, baby." Tre said his hair blowing in the breeze as he stuck his head out the window leaning over Billie'sdesk.
"Oh, even better." Tre said feeling himself.
"Sicko" Billie snickered.
Billie, Mike and Tre walked through the school gate into the schoolyard.
"IIIII am so--oh-oh tireeeedddddd" Tre yawned loudly, then stopped.
"Oh Bil-eee, there's that gir-irlllllll" he taunted.
"Where?!" Billie's eyes darted around nervously. *thump*, Billie tripped." shit." he muttered, embarrassed. Picking himself off the ground quickly, he saw the girl and her friends laughing at him. He scratched the back of his head, pretending it didn't happen. Once they had walked inside the school Mike and Tre burst out laughing and Billie mentally kicked himself.
"I am so stupid!" He growled through clenched teeth.
"Yes, yes you are." Mike said, trying to keep a straight face, but he burst out laughing. He high fived Tre.
"Bastards." Billie muttered and walked to his locker, down the hall. He stopped at his lock, number sixty-nine. He took of his back wards red baseball cap and wipped the sweat off his forehead. It was very hot for May. He put his hat back on and did his locker combo, 36-04-24. He pulled it open and being the king of messes he was, Billie had left stuffed piled up to the heavens causing everything to crash into him.
"You're a fucking bitch, you know that locker?" He growled shoving his stuff back in. "You can't even hold a couple things". Yeah sure... A couple? Pshhh!
*
Billie grabbed what he needed and headed for math class. He sat in his desk, hot
And bored, bored, bored. He sat next to a window so when the teacher, Mr. Brickle (rhymes with tickle) turned his back to write on the chalkboard, he opened it a crack, letting in a much needed cool breeze.
Finally, Tre arrived 15 minutes late. He was Billie's only saviour in math class, being the funny guy he was. Tre picked up a late-slip from a very unhappy Mr. Brickle and sat down next to Billie.
"Fucking faggot." He whispered to Billie about the teacher. "I hope he catches a disease that makes him have diarrhea every day for the rest of his life."
Billie burst out laughing.
"Mr. Armstrong do you have something to share with the class?"
Billie thought about saying 'Yes, in fact, I do' and farting loudly, but he thought it was best if he didn't.
"Well?"
"No sir." he sighed, and the teacher continued on with the lesson.
"Oh, come feel this." Billie whispered showing Tre the open window.
"Oh yeah, baby." Tre said his hair blowing in the breeze as he stuck his head out the window leaning over Billie'sdesk.
"Oh, even better." Tre said feeling himself.
"Sicko" Billie snickered.
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