Four Word Monday (Improvised assignment name)
Why Balboa Academy Students Suck
As you know, I like to add a bit of boring filler when I start a story for side notes as I call them. Authors thank people that helped at the beginning of a book them so it would be improper of me to do otherwise. My story was inspired by Ricky Gervais (British comedian) and how he bravely bullied celebrities attending the golden globes (I attached the clip of him doing so at the bottom.) But if there is anyone to thank, it is you guys for providing such great comedic material for me to rant about, here we go. Sorry, I couldn’t include everybody.
Hi, my name is Hee-Kun, I am a new student who has been assimilated into the Balboa Academy population. I have to admit that it is quite a school, although it has its flaws. If I had the ability to change one thing about it, it would be the number of bizarre students.
Let me explain, when I first walked through the doors of the W.O.L.F. room, I was greeted by a somewhat odd character. His name was Vigan or Vegan or something like that. His friends appeared to lionize him, but I didn’t see the point. From my point of view, he was weird to say the least. I was faced with a tad of dissension when Mikkel started saying how great Vigan was and how much he loved him but was afraid to say true feelings out loud.
Okay, enough of these weirdoes, I thought. I made my way over to a kid named Max. He was meticulously counting change his creepy friend (Jacob) had handed him while he tried to ignore some annoying ginger behind him playing with his hair, claiming he had a tail. He appeared to have his hands full so I walked on to the next kid.
I barely saw this kid; he was really short and had grey hair. He was some like ‘Smurf Like’. His name was Saad or Sad, something like that. He was just…different. I didn’t quite understand him. He was so weird and his voice had a sarcastic-condescending tone. Right off the bat I didn’t like him. Next kid, please.
The next kid I spoke to just spat all over me when he tried to speak. His name was Giovanni. That’s just ‘eww-ish’ I thought. Then I saw another kid: Daniel, or ‘outside school’ boy as Mikkel told me to call him.
On my way over to him people started shouting, “Oh my god!! You stepped on Mari!! You crushed her!!! NOOOOOOOO, not Mari!!” Apparently I stepped on some short kid called Mari, but how could I have seen her?? She was so little!
Daniel seemed to be alright, not the most affable of people but not entirely detestable like everyone else. Well, that was my initial thought, but the next thing I knew was I was asleep! He was so boring that I lost consciousness.
I woke up in a class taught by someone named Mrs. Trius. She had affability I guess. If only the person to my right did. His name was Prashan. The second my eyes opened he was going on about how to hack Modern Warfare 2 and really boring stuff like that. This class could not be over any sooner. Sitting across from me was a boy named Matthew. Out of nowhere he spontaneously fell on the floor in a fit of hysterical tears.
“Don’t worry about him.” Started an elfish looking girl named Paola, “He’s just a softy.”
“I see.” Finally a loud beep signaled the end of class. Thank god! I went into the hallway to get my books and stuff. “HEY!” The one they call Vigan said.”
“Hi?” I reply.
“ISAAC CLARKE GUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screams in my face with hos HORRIBLE breath and then runs away with a spasm of weirdness. I saw Mari (the shorty I crushed earlier), I decided to apologize for my somewhat lethal actions.
“Hi, Mari is it?” I ask. She said nothing and walked away because she is just plain rude like that.
“OH MY GOD!! LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU’RE SO ANNOYING!!!!!!!!!” I hear someone shout from around the corner. I ran to see what happened. That annoying ginger was on the floor crying.
“Aww, Jaye are you alright?” People started asking. The kid with the really awesome hair must have had enough of her claiming that he had a tail. Ha-ha.
My next class was Spanish class. It was taught my Mr. Rios (who also taught computer science.) NOOOO, those really annoying kids were in this class. By annoying kids I mean Vigan and Mikkel of course. They were annoying a table of girls next to them. They tried to ignore them but Vigan’s extremely shrill voice couldn’t be ignored. Jesus Christ, these people couldn’t be any more annoying.
“GAHH!!” A girl named Katy screamed “Shut up Vigan!! You are so annoying!!! Shut up!! GAHH!!!!! I hate you!! I’m going to eat your babies! RAWR!!!!!” Finally Mr. Rios threw a dinosaur egg at her and he passes out.
Minutes later, Mikkel called “Mah-ree.”
“Ugh, you’re so stupid Mikkel.” Mari replied.
“Shtifinni.” Mikkel called next. The girl who was apparently named Steph jumped onto the table and transformed into a huge killer robot with cool, colorful strobe lights and threw ninja blades at Mikkel.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!” Mikkel called. He then exploded in a huge ball of flames and blood.
The following class was Mrs. Meadow’s class. I took Katy’s seat seeing as she was in the emergency room (and Mr. Rios was probably in the back of a police car for assaulting a child.) My table mates were: Eleanor, Patricia and Max (the really awesome haired one).
“HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Patricia shouted at me. “Cool, a new kid.” She started saying random stuff in Spanish to quickly to follow. Bla Bla Bla.
“Please excuse her.” Eleanor started. “ She’s a little- well, very annoying.”
“I’ve noticed.” I replied with. Patty’s nonstop talking proved to be prevalent throughout the class. And I thought Prashan was annoying. Eventually the class ended at eleven and we were taken down to the W.O.L.F. room for lunch. I didn’t really get the chance to talk to anyone but Daniel. Once again, I fell asleep.
This time I was awoken at a theatre place. I was then forced to sit through an opera. I wanted to go to sleep but Daniel left me with my maximum amount of energy, (that bastard!). I decided I hated this school so I quickly escaped the theatre and jumped infront of nearest truck that was going fast enough to kill me. Only, it didn’t kill me. So, I guess I had to go back to school in a week. God, I hate my life.
I hope you realize I kept it open for a sequel for those I didn't include.
