Poison
Chapter 1: I fucking HATE school. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the feel, and the taste, they all serve to disgust me to the point of violently regurgitating my intestines. No one is even remotely unique; they all belong to one cliché or another. The jocks, the goths, the nerds, and of course everyone's favourite the sluts. Just what causes someone to seek acceptance? Is it the safety they feel in numbers? The fear of being alone? Not that it matters, I'm alone and am myself, and...