You Make Me Feel Higher Than Any Drug I Could Ever Take [07]

That day was the most boring and uneventful day of my entire life. I thought that maybe the whole learning process would be different here, but no. It’s still a complete snore fest. It’ s not that I’m not smart enough for all my classes, because that’s quite the opposite. When I apply myself I’m extremely intelligent, but I don’t. I had just finished seventh period, a.k.a. counseling. It basically went something like this:
Mrs. Slate, the counselor woman: Misery is it? What an unusual name, may I ask why your parents named you that?
Me: Because all I have to offer is misery.
Mrs. Slate: Oh my, well then. Next question, how are you liking it here so far?
Me: It sucks.
Mrs. Slate: Have you made any friends?
Me: Do enemies count?
Mrs. Slate: No
Me: Then no
Mrs. Slate: Did you like all your teachers?
Me: No
Mrs. Slate: Why not?
Me: They’re all either a) boring b) pompous asses or c) all of the above
Mrs. Slate: Are you always this bitter?
Me: Are you always this much of a nosy bitch?
Mrs. Slate: What are you thinking about right now?
Me: Fuck you.
Mrs. Slate: And how does that make you feel?
Me: Like I want to rip my own ears off so I won’t have to bear the misfortune of listening to you anymore.
Mrs. Slate: (alarmed) I think it’s best if we pick up on this tomorrow. Same time, same place.
Me: Fan-frickin-tastic.
Once again, I know I’m a sarcastic bitch. But can you really blame me? That woman is a whole five feet and two inches of obnoxious-ness. Now I’m not really the mean type, okay so I just lied, I am. But I love irritating people and that’s really something I excel in. If only we could get a grade for that. I’d graduate top of the class.
I wandered around until I found the student lounge. I stepped inside to take a look around. Looks like this is the cool hang out until dinner. I noticed that Emmy girl and the two love birds, Shayler and Tristan. I decided I’d go try to make some friends might as well, considering I’ll be in this hellhole for a while. I strolled over to Emmy who was playing Guitar Hero on the large screen television against some kid, and he was losing badly. She jumped up into the air and hit the last cord perfectly on the play station. Pounding a fist into the air, she screamed for victory.
“Oh yes! Looks like I just beat you again Conner! When will you people ever learn? You can’t beat me! No one beats Emmy the Great!” Can you say psycho much? She seemed like an okay person I guess. I stepped up next in line.
“Well aren’t you all high and mighty? Think you’ll still feel that way after I kick your ass?” I smirked at her as I picked up the second guitar controller. Oh yes, I’m awesome at this game, my old friends would get so mad at me because I never lost. Never.
“Look it here, the new girl wants to play. Let’s make this interesting if I win, you have to sit with the preps for dinner tonight, and if I lose, I’ll… I’ll give you my entire package of cigarettes.” My ears perked up at this last statement; I had been dying of withdrawal for days now. I desperately needed a smoke, something to cool me down.
“Deal.” I said shaking her hand.
“I’m Emmy by the way.” She said, flipping through the song list on the menu.
“Misery Muerte. How about we do the song Woman?” I suggested.
“Good choice.” She agreed.
“Let the games begin.” I grinned. The drum beat played first and I tapped my foot to the rhythm. This should be easy. The red, yellow, green, blue, and orange notes flowed across the bottom and I hit each and every one with ease. By the middle of the song, I was starting to get into the song and sing the lyrics along to it. I looked out of the corner of my eye and could see her slightly headbanging. She was skilled at this game too, but I still had a good chance. The screen lit up blue and flashed stars as I got bonus points. Oh yeah, Misery owns. Remember me when I’m famous. I noticed that everyone in the room had gone deathly quiet and was watching us battle it out. The ending of the song was coming up and I was having such a good time, I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun since… well you know. The final screen came up to list who had the most accuracy points. I had a 99% and Emmy had a 98%. Talk about a close game. I put my hands on my hips and turned to her.
“I believe you owe me a full package of cancer sticks?” I flashed a toothy smile. She slowly handed it over.
“You know what, Misery? You’re all right. How about you sit with me at dinner and I can introduce you to the gang?” She offered.
“Sounds cool. I have no life really.” She laughed. I would now just have to occupy myself until dinnertime came, so I decided to go back up to my room to freshen up a bit and check on Cole. God only knows what he’s been up to for the past hour.

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