The Individual
The deafening ring that came from the school bell woke me up from my dream. History class was finally over, what a relief! I doubt anyone would be able to bare the dull voice that Mr. Wilson had. Sometimes it really made me wonder why my parents would even bother wasting their money on someone like me. All I really wanted to for my whole life was drinking, smoking, listening to punk music and getting laid before the end of high school. As I walked out of the classroom, a fearsome voice intimidated me. “Young fella, I have to speak with you right now!” yelled Mr. Wilson, frowning with his old wrinkly face. At this moment, I knew I would get in trouble for sleeping in his class.