School as usual

School starts off as usual. My house is incredibly nearby. Hardly a 15 minute walk to get there. I rub my forehead, easing off the pain from earlier as I walk towards the school. The pain was subsiding but it was really an unexpected headache. I figured I spent too much time on reading the textbooks and this was the resulting toll. And what was with Sophie this morning? I give out a yawn, knowing that I'm thinking too much. Maybe this was another side-effect of the exams. It made people think.

As I exhaled the CO2 from my respiratory system, I received a slap from my back.
WHAP!
"Oww! Goddammit Tyson!" I shouted.
"Whassup dude?" said Tyson.

Tyson. Same age as I am. He's wearing the same school uniform I have on but he's sporting a red baseball cap and has an earphone set resting on his shoulders. Typical 2kewl4skool look that Tyson rocks. He's a good friend of mine, if somewhat simple-minded but that's how he is. Not one to care about what other people think of him, but won't take shit if people diss on the things he cares about.

"Morning, man." I replied, somewhat un-energetically.
"Woah what's up with you? You definitely look like you've seen better days!" Tyson exclaimed.
"It's the exams. They killed me. I'm just glad they're over with."
"You can say that again," agreed Tyson.
"It's the exams. They killed me. I'm just glad they're over with."

And with that idle banter, before we knew it school starts off as usual. Our first class was Sex Ed. As expected from an erotic novel. The two of us headed to the auditorium where it was gonna be held. Entering the class, we noticed that a few of our other classmates were already there. The virgin highschoolers, high-achieving students and virgin highschoolers that you'd generally see come early for Sex Ed class.

Tyson was no exception. He made a beeline straight for the front of the class. It didn't help that our teacher, Ms. Amelia, for this class was pretty high up there in the rankings. My head still hurt a bit though. I wasn't ready to give off a bad expression to Ms. Amelia. I glanced around the room deciding where to sit down.

The front of the class was slacked in high levels of testosterone. Horny, horny, horny. But you know, I'd get a close up of Ms. Amelia. I'm pretty sure everybody sitting there had the same thought running across their mind. It's not like the subject itself was uneventful. It's just being near Ms. Amelia FOR the class made it multiple times more interesting.

Middle of the class? Nothing much. Some of my friends are already sat there. Middle of the pack, worn out from the exams and probably there just cause. Brad and Liz waved at me and I smiled back.

Or maybe I should go for the back of the class. It's shadier and I could probably doze off or just spend time on my phone there. Heck, there are about 4 students there and 3 of them are ALREADY SLEEPING. Why do you even come for class? There was a spot left at the very back of the class. Van sat there.

Van, or Vanessa. She's a highschool bully. One of those sluts who whored their way through highschool and teams up with the jocks to get their way. We've got some backstory together, too. She and her gang used to bully me but I beat the crap out of them and scared them away. That was maybe two years ago? I clearly remember that was exactly how it went. CLEARLY. Anyway, that's water under the bridge and we're cool now.

Hmm, where to sit? Difficult life choices, indeed.