Honor-Personal Narrative

She said while pulling her sleeve down
I was going to say something comforting until the principal went up to the mike to start the beginning of the school year assembly.
We waited, sat by eachother, silent, as the roars of meat bags just rushed us, we sat there just patiently waiting, not being moved or affected by any of the shit happening around us.

The assembly finally ended, and it turned out that Samantha and I had the same homeroom.

Johnny: It looks like fate just keeps on moving us closer together, if such a dumb construct existed
Samantha giggled
Johnny: Wow did I just hear a giggle, it looks like I’m piercing that steel like armor that you just happen to be wearing, it looks as if you’ll need a blacksmith when I’m done, wink, wink,
I remember people talking about how you were like back in Titan Hill, you helped a lot of people with whatever problems they had, you made them feel better about themselves, and in 6th grade you got people out of drugs and alcohol, got them to stop cutting themselves, gave them their own sense of hope. But it backfired on you, they would always stab you in the back, then treat you like crap, you gave me hope, and from that hope, curiosity, I started researching, Noah’s Ark is total bullshit, I mean how can millions of animals, predator and prey, survive with each other, plus food and waste, just too many inconsistencies, before I’d be like “Because god” I just looked at that and saw that I used god as an answer for everything, but in doing that I was limiting myself, not truly living life, not fully diverging into the curiosity and wonder in this beautiful but messed up world that we live in, I might be hated by the community but I’ve never felt better, thank
Our homeroom teacher gave her beginning of the year presentation, one of the students, Catholic, recognized her, and talked about church, yay this year is just going to be fun, at least I won’t be alone.

In the classroom, Samantha was already getting dirty looks, but I just told her to ignore it, that it’ll probably blow over in a week because she was hanging out with me, you know just being associated with me, makes you a ghost, she was fine with that, we went to our periods, we switched our schedules around so we’d be in the same classes, luckily the lady in the front desk switched them right when Samantha and I went to the office after the presentation made by our homeroom teacher. We quickly went through first and second period which was exploratories, luckily no drama in there, then we reached Algebra, ooh, so much