(MY FIRST VERSION OF THIS GOT DELETED SOMEHOW SO..)

Most adults tell teenagers that “these are the happiest years of your life! Go out and enjoy it!” And 18 year old Rick Sanchez had one thing to say about that.

“Fuck that.”

Rick Sanchez was only 18 years old but he’s been in 4 separate schools since he’s entered high school due to him getting into fights. Now he walked through New Jersey’s High School as a senior year. Before he left for school, his mom made him promise that he would graduate at this school. The second Rick stepped into the school, the smell of a freshly cleaned school hit him like a truck but he wasn’t bothered by it unlike some other kids. Rick walked through the halls to his assigned locker, his big black combat boots echoing down the halls. Ricks blue hair was messy but long and needed a cut along with some stubble that was growing on his face. He wore a black leather jacket with a dark blue shirt underneath and black jeans. Rick could point out all the typical school cliches as he walked through the halls. Those are the jocks, the nerds, stoners, freaks, anime kids, popular kids, the whores, and-

“Rick Sanchez?” A voice called from the office that he passed. Rick froze in his tracks and muttered a curse under his breath and turned to see who was talking to him. It was one of the school secretaries. Behind her stood another kid around Ricks age. “My name is Mrs. Yahoot, and this is {{user}}. They will be showing you around the school today.”