School Had Never Been Something That Tom Liked. I Mean, Why Would He? He Had To Spend 6 Hours, Surrounded

School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn't follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn't teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom. Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same. Tom didn't like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn't wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn't like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool' guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn't follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn't teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom. Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same. Tom didn't like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn't wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn't like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool' guys seemed to have them.

School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.

Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.

Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the ‘cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the ‘cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.School had never been something that Tom liked. I mean, why would he? He had to spend 6 hours, surrounded by idiotic, narrow minded people his age that seemed to think everyone had to be a certain way and despised anyone who didn’t follow that rule. Not to mention the shithead teachers, who either basically didn’t teach at all, were strict beyond belief, or were as sweet as honey and oblivious to pretty much everything that happened in the classroom.Then, there were the ones that went the extra mile. Not the ones who were smart-asses, no; the ones who went out of their way to make the different kids feel especially unwelcome and out of place. Kids like Tom. Kids who seemed to just want to express themselves and not bumble along like sheep and get lost in the crowds of students who all looked and acted the same.Tom didn’t like tuneless pop music; he liked rock and metal and punk and grunge and alternative. He had an actual taste in music, in his opinion. He didn’t wear trendy outfits, made up completely of expensive brand clothes; he wore black; ripped black skinny jeans, black and white checkered converse, black band tees, black jackets, baggy black or blue hoodies, slouchy black knitted beanies. He didn’t like girls; he liked boys. He wore jewelry too; he had multiple piercings in both ears, with black rings and studs, as well as black plastic stretchers in his lobes. He had a lip ring too, in the left side of his lip, and an eyebrow bar in his right eyebrow. The one, kind of rule, he did follow, was having tattoos; all the 'cool’ guys seemed to have them.