Cloud, where is the Sanity?

Chapter I:

What the fuck is that noise? It’s been going for…. for……… SHIT! Okay, well, we’ll rush through this; I’m wearing a Blue muscle shirt and baggy blue jeans, nice huh? Thank Gods I caught the bus, shut up, I don’t have a car, wanna make something of it? And, of course, he floors it before I get to my seat. I hit my head on Zack’s back, damn did that hurt.

I sit down with my friend Tifa, I’ve known her since before I can remember. Our Dad’s were friends, and we just met each other, been friends ever since. She’s a really good friend; But if you get on her bad side you’re screwed. She could lay Zack down if she wanted to. She started babbling about something when I sat down, I didn’t catch the beginning, but I think it had something to do with beating someone up because it ended with, “And I have detention after school everyday this week, that’s to that bitchy Dean…”

Indeed, I don’t like our dean either, she is very pretty deceiving. She’s a devil in disguise, no jokes. But that means she is getting better then she used to be, or the deans going lighter on her. But yeah, our bus is never full, there’s really no one to talk to but Zack or Tifa. Zack sits in back with Reno and Rude, who are wiggers, which, as I’ve said before, scare the fuck out of me. I refuse to be within their vicinity unless needed for one of my five duties (refer to first rant), or Sephiroth is with them, accompanied by Zack of course. But this is off subject…

I turn to talk to Tifa but she’s already going, so I sit back, relax and listen to the nonsense she spews.

“…time for gym before I know it. And It’s the kickboxing unit right now you know? Well of course with Mr. Wallace as a teacher, we have to have Co-ed spars. So I’m up first against that new Japanese boy, Calls himself Red XIII, he’s got these two tan gloves, like mine, and they have that printed on them, Red XIII,” she continues to explain how they started a spar in the middle of the gym and ended up turning it into a battle of ‘kung-fu’ and went throughout the whole gym, managing to know out three other students. God woman take a god damn breath!

“But I think we’re going to be good friend’s, he’s really nice. But I think the coolest thing about him is that Orangish-redish-yellowish-“

“Yes Tifa, I know, I’ve seen his hair before,” I say frustrated and confused as to how someone can talk for that long and, Not. Breath. I don’t know maybe it’s me. Or maybe its just the kids around us, looking at her like they just shit they’re pants. But I think it’s just me…maybe. But she had a point; his mohawk was pretty damn sweet.

She continues talking, and for a very long time, then finally taking a breath. She starts again and half way through, something hits my head, no my hair. I ignore it, because I’m like that. But only a few seconds later does it happen again I look up and see Reno wave at me suggestively, and Zack start laughing… and Rude… Rude.. With his freaky, Mexican soul-patch and freaky sunglasses. I sink back into the seat and shudder. Not only do wiggers creep me out, Rude in general does that too.

Finally, we’re at school. So damn happy. Why? Because you see when zack gets off the bus guess who’s there to meet his best friend? You guess it, and if you didn’t you should be shot… El stupidos. Yes, Sephiroth. In all his glorious… oversized, white attire. Shut up, nobody’s perfect. Well still, if he didn’t wear that fucking du rag he wouldn’t look like such a dumbass. Once again, Wiggers just creep me the fuck out. How many times is that now? Four, Five? Whatever…

Well I wave to him and he nods his head smiling, before Reno punches his shoulder slightly and says “Yo”. But him acknowledging me existence makes me smile, and Tifa notices, but says nothing, which I appreciate. We make our way inside In front of the four wiggateer’s.

Well make it inside and it’s warmer then outside, it’s the end of fall of course, so don’t surprised. I depart from Tifa and make my way to my locker. The hall is crowded and I have to shove to get to my locker. Argh! Die you Britney Spears look-alikes! DIE AND MOVE!!!

… I’m sane, I swear. Moving on. I stuff everything into my locker making sure that as I pull my books out that the three months of garbage doesn’t fall out. I like my garbage, that or I’m lazy, but I do like the shiny wrappers. I then put all my effort in to shutting the damn contraption, which takes about fifteen seconds.

Two girls lean on the lockers next to me, dear god it’s too early to be attacked by estrogen… “Hi, Cloud! Wow, is it me or have you gotten buff?” She smiled as if she is trying to itch her eye ball with the corner of her mouth. The other one chimes in, “We we’re wondering if you could help us study” She puts her pen in her mouth suggestively and leans back and her shirt lifts up. I contemplate asking for her pen so I can stab her in the eye, but I would rather avoid the dean today.

I grab my books and turn answering, “Yes and no.” both of them run up to me and grab my arms, “Oh you’re so funny!” One says sucking on the pen, “Come we know you wanna!” That pen is looking pretty damn promising right now, yes, no, yes, no, yes…

I smile and try not to make my lips twitch, “get off me right now or I’m going to hit you, very hard” I’m being serious, and I hope they understand that. “You’re so funny!” …Idiots. “Ooh, where?”… Idiots and sluts.

“Oops!” I say reaching up to ‘ruffle’ my hair, accidentally hitting Poor Ms. Pen-in-Mouth’s nose, very hard. You know my hair gel is like cement if I don’t ruffle it hard enough it wont do anything… “So sorry!” I say spinning to her and, imagine this, my leg, out of no where, decides to twitch (quite roughly too) and right into the other young girls legs, making her tumble to the ground and hit her head on the lock of a locker, oh and look at that she’s bleeding! This is just too bad, deary me… and I walk off.

I catch up with Tifa at the door to science and she’s waving goodbye the Red XIII guy. They are soooo gonna do it.

Tifa starts talking as we take our seats at the far lab at the end of the room. Hojo, our teacher, is sitting at his desk, backwards, flipping through papers. As soon as he catches me looking at him he slams the folder shut and glares. I spin around quickly and try to act like it didn’t happen. Tifa sighs and looks down at the dissection plate with a frog strapped down to it.

“What’s wrong?” I ask concerned, well slightly. It’s nice for silence once in a while. “Nothing…” she sighs again and picks up a poker looking thingy and inspects it. The bell rings and everybody sits down at they’re lab with their partners. Hojo steps to the front of the class and looks around explaining what was to be done to day. He stops at our table and looks at the two of us, “And where is your third participant?” Oh I forgot about him, Where was Vincent? Speak of the devil, look at him run into the room with his late pass. Hojo rips it from him, Tifa and I wave him over. He starts to walk over and hojo grabs him arm mumbling something and then pushes him. Poor Vincent, he’s so abused. Vincent mopes over to the table. And collapses on it… God he’s depressing.

He sighed and propped his head up in his palms. “What’s wrong Vincent?” I ask reaching over to touch his arm lightly. He looks up and fakes a smile like always, “Nothing, just male P.M.S. I guess” You lying bastard! ... Only I get that. I squeezed his hand and smiled, “Hey you wanna come over after school today?” I ask. He nods, “Yeah, that would be great” He smiles pulling his hand slightly and I let go.

So we end up dissecting the frog and Tifa can’t get the lungs out and ends up flinging it half way across the room into someone’s hair and they scream. I mean common it’s a frog lung, it doesn’t happen everyday. Well science finishes and Tifa rushes off to get to Gym, something about sparring I didn’t catch the whole thing.

Vincent and I go to leave when Hojo grabs Vincent’s arm and asks if I could leave for a moment. I do whilst glaring at the man. I leave and walk around the corner and wait for Vincent. He comes flying out of the room shortly before the door slams. Like I said “Abused”!!!

I rush over to him and help him up, asking what happened as he grips his head, “I just… tripped, nothing to worry about” he smiled. He shook my head and helped him up and down to the nurse’s office, where he got an ice pack and was sent off. Dirty bitches.

Well since we have blocks at high school which means we have four classes a day. First being science, second being… dare I say it? Social Studies… I loathe social studies. With a passion. Of a thousand and one white burning suns. Moving on, the subject doesn’t bother me but the fact that the teacher is a complete whore… Ms. Scarlet.

Me and Vincent walk in late and sit down and she prances over, great. “Where were you two?” she says as her boobs take one final jiggle after she halts. “We were at the nurses,” I say pointing to Vincent’s Ice bag. “Oh I see thank you” she scoffs and walks off. Jiggle jiggle jiggle. You remind me of those cartons on the internet with the squirrel and that purple haired girl. Foamy? Yeah that’s it.

Zack absolutely loved this class, He was such a teachers pet. When ever he talked to her he was staring at her ginormass boobs. The fact that she does not cover them does not help. I wanna take a pin and stab a needle in them to see if the silicone would come spurting out.

Back on track, getting Vin’s things out for him while he adjusts the ice pack, I notice. He has some stuff in his desk… that shouldn’t be there… “Vince… What is this doing in here?” I say pointing to the Sharp-edged razor taped to the back of his desk behind his neatly stacked books. Vincent looks to where I’m pointing and hurriedly rips the red stained piece from the back off the desk, shaking slightly, hiding it in his pocket with haste. “Vincent?” He doesn’t look at me, just stares at his clenched fists. “Is there a problem boys?” I look up and smile at her, well, ok maybe not, “Nothing.. just a spider spider, He’s terrified” I say slamming my hand in the desk, “There,” I laugh uneasily.

Suddenly I relize that watching Madagascar with my neighbors kids was a bad idea because “I LIKE TO MOVE IT, MOVE IT!” is now booming in my head. DAMNIT. Vincent shoves it in his binder and pulls on his sleeves. I sigh and shake my ‘MOVE IT MOVE IT’ head and sigh. ‘WE LIKE TO’ I guess I’ll just wait after ‘MOVE IT’ school… ‘WE LIKE TO’… GOD DAMNIT STOP IT!.... thank yo-‘MOVE IT!’ …. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

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O.o Plaes tell me that didnt take a month ot write all that SHIT! WEll i hope somebody enjoys my insanity C&C and Thanks to all the people who commented before this Chapters for you, Ill write faster With more motivation XDDDDDD