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I sat in the red plastic chair in my french class. I sat at a four person table. I watched with anticipation as the clock ticked down to the last moments of this school year. The year was twenty twelve, and it was may 24th in Carmel Indiana, in the United States of America. My french teacher, madame Hyde, was telling the class how much of a great year she had with us. I wasn't able to listen as I watched the analog clock, stationed directly above the oak doorway, push its hands farther and farther into time.
It was Thursday, and this year, like every other, I and my friends would have a party. It was tradition for every year, the Monday before school ends, to draw names from a hat and whoevers name came up, they hosted the party. This year, my name was drawn, so I have to host the party. My mom and dad were hesitant because, being realistate agents, had to go to a closing the time of the party. My brother, Jordan, was going to another party at someone else's house. So that means I would have the house to myself and my friends.
I had to do a bit of convincing, but I got them on my side. I am responsible, you know. I did have to promise not to start the fire until they called and told me they were on their way home. Oh, wait, I haven't told all of you about the party yet, have I? Well, actually, I've told you about it, just not what goes on with it.
Where to start? Well, I guess you could say we get out all the soda's we want and drink them up while watching one or two people play GTA4 or CoD Black Ops. After a while, we break out some food like hot dogs and smore material and start a fire in our back yard. But, today was the day that I turn them into bronies. So, instead of the usual blare music and kill AI, I'll get straight to the computer and show them the awesomeness of mlp. Of course, some of them I expect, such as one name alek or domonic may be a hater. I really don't know, though.
The seconds hand slipped to the number 10, indication 10 seconds until school ended. The other students noticed this and, as did I, counted down from 10, all the way to 0 when it rung out, and the screeming and running to lockers began. I followed the example of bursting through the hallways on the blue carpeting taking sharp turns out of the sixth grade hallway, and into the seventh. I then took one more turn down to my locker coloured macaroni yellow. Ugly, right? Although it did always make me hungry. Anyway, when I reached the locker, I immediately grabbed the knob. I twisted it to the combination then yanked It open. All that was there was a hung up book bag, that I grabbed with lightning speed. Now, I had to get to the orchestra room.
This was probably the biggest exercise I had all year, no including the mandatory 5K walk/jog/run. I went back through the sixth grade hallway dodging kid after short kid while running. I thought to myself, yea, I need to join football. I passed my music teacher, Jeff Frizzi, and passed the practice rooms. Then, I took a right turn into the orchestra room. Across, I found the lockers which held both violins and violas. I paced around kids and chairs until I reached my locker. I quickly opened it and grasped my viola case. I turned and ran into the same hallway I had just come from. Though, instead of going into the sixth grade hallway, I took a turn down a corridor to the main exit. I went through two sets of glass doors where I found the sun beating down on me.
I ran to the right where there was a line of buses. I quickly got on the one I recognized as mine, and found each of my five friends sitting in the far back. A seat space, next one of my friends known as xavier, was not taken. There is where I sat. I greeted each one of my friends. First is xavier.
Xavier is an honorary nerd, and proud of it. He won't let people get in his way, and is good at solving problems. He's not really liked in school by many, nor is he sane. Although, the reason of 'Heart Break' the deception mixed in it all has a major role in this. He wears glasses. He usually wears a green jacket and has shaggy hair. He also wears dark jeans and black chuck tailor konverse shoes.
Next on the list would be Jonah. Jonah is a Hispanic fellow. He usually wears only a t shirt, jeans, and white socks with an old pair of boots on. He always looks at the good in life. I'm his only real friend out of the group though. Jonah is what bullies call and easy target. He needs me there for him. To stand up to those who feel that it's alright to be asses. He always apologizes if anyone gets mad for him doing something wrong, even if he didn't know better to begin with. He always wants to help people, but his little naive ways get in his way. Everybody including my friends pick on him. Even I do sometimes, but nearly to the same extent. If you know family guy, Jonah is the Meg.
Now there's beef. Oh yes, this is the wild one of the group, besides myself. He made up the nickname the summer he started middle school. It basically stuck without question. He always does random things, and says random things, but in the end, he always knows what he is talking about.
Dominic is the next friend in the equation. I met him through 2 things. One, the bus. Two, Xavier. Believe it or not, I used to be enemies with both Xavier and Dominic. But, that's a story for another time. Anyway, Dominic is the badass type of the group. He always looks tired, or stoned, but he isn't on drugs. Although he is badass, he also is very random. He won't back down from a fight, and doesn't care what he says unless in front of parents as to not get grounded.
Now, there's Alek. Alek is a funny guy who always wants to make people laugh, but when it comes to people any of us don't like, the saying for the day for him shall be "Fuck off." he really doesn't care at all. He tends to be kinda stubborn at times. He is the most like a bully to Jonah. He loves music, and loves roller coasters. He and beef get in arguments over politics.
Finally, there's me. My name is Cooper. I can be very random. When I get pissed at someone, I yell, then I'm silent to my own thoughts. People think that just because I cheer up that I forget and forgive all together. Sometimes, it's both. Others it's none. I may forget, but forgiveness. That is the hard part. I can definitely be stubborn. I will always stand up for what I think is right. I have long, curly, dark brown hair. I usually wear a hoodie over a t shirt. You can always find me in jeans or short pants. Or, if it's any time between 4 and 7, you'll find me in my karate gee, belt, and pants. The gee, or the jacket, has many patches on it.
I am a second degree black belt. Oh yea, I also wear glasses. Anyway, yea, for the truth. Second degree. I don't qualify for a red belt, which is oddly enough a higher rank than any black. Yes, I will kick someones ass. In fact, I'm just hoping that next year in school one bully tries something on me. He'll get something else, I'll tell you that!