Chapter 3
by 
Leavemebe
Who are you?
John Doe, High School Senior
It was a typical morning.
You wake up before the crack of dawn, have a cold shower and get dressed. When you get downstairs, you find mother has left you a breakfast and her typical note. As you eat your hearty meal of cold toast and lukewarm over-easy eggs, you skim over Mom's short, if neat, note;
"Morning sweetie! Enjoy your breakfast.
Please remember to bring the trash can in and check the mail when you get home. I'll be back early, around 4 o'clock today to celebrate!
Love you,
Mom.❤️"
Huh. Not quite a perfectly typical morning. But typical enough, you suppose.
You then wash up, grab your bag and coat, sulk to the bus stop, and wait for Mr. Lipshwitz to bring his rickety yellow ****-trap round to pick you up.
It's a cold and wet February morning, with sleet and drizzle and fog and wind. Also typical for this region of the country this time of year.
After about five minutes of bracing against the chill wet wind, Bus 69 came rumbling down the road, its dull headlights feebly lighting its way through the sluch. You then stalk aboard and after giving your chauffeur a curt good morning, find an empty seat and make yourself comfortable for the hour long ride to your personal hell, also known as Public School 34.
As the bus fills with its typical mix of screaming kindergartners, surly jocks, trailer park brats and the creepy goth/punk chick with more piercings than face and blood red spiked hair, you feel a niggling something at the back of your mind. Mom had she would get off work early to celebrate. Celebrate what? A new boyfriend? A raise? Some obscure holiday?
Nah.
Besides it isn't really worth wasting energy thinking over. You'd spend your time more productively catching up on lost sleep.*
When you arrive at P.S. 34, you quickly get to your locker, praying to any God that would listen that you wouldn't be accosted by Bruce Mackey or his goons. Un-typically, it appears the Man Upstairs has listened to your pleas for help, and you manage to get to Homeroom without being tormented by malevolent assholes.
You hunker down in your seat in the far corner of the class, as far away from anyone as possible without leaving the room, and wait for the morning announcements. They're nothing special. Lunch is fried chicken, mashed potatoes and string beans (Huh, not bad), the formation of a new school club, Feminists for a Better Tomorrow (Oh great, it's not like Tiffany and her posse are annoying enough as it is), and the birthdays; Ian Robinson (turning 15), Ashley Xi (turning 18), and John Doe (turning 18).
Wait, what?
* In addition to his sexual privilege, our main character has ability to sleep anywhere, even on crowded school busses.
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