you kept to yourself. But when your damn teacher likes to sit you next to the juggalo kid that lights his papers on fire there’s nothing you can really do.

you sat down in homeroom one morning next to the juggalo kid with a shaggy brown mullet and the black and white clown makeup smeared over his face, he was chewing on a toothpick while cutting up some paper.

as you stand in front of your seat you notice a tack in the middle of your seat. He notices too.

“Mine!” he said grabbing it.