Train

[the hornets nest]

Thirty seven days. Four hours. Twenty five seconds. That's how long we've been on the train. There's no jumping off it. Stupid head tried. There's are weird electric force fields on either side blocking anyone's way out. You try to jump, you just end up with the front of your body as red as a tomato-and for the record, I know tomato is an over used description for saying somebody is red. I'm not good at writing and descriptions. My thing has always been computers. Technology. I won't be signing any books anytime soon, but I just may be sending out new codes.

My name is-Nah. I'm not using my name in here in case it falls into Brown nosers hands. Not using her name either. You can call me Big boy. Probably cause I'm the largest one here and I can eat more grub than a giant hog. This is my story. It's all of ours.

It all started when Stupid head and I were in the computer lab arguing with Ginger butt. He was the teacher at our high school which I'll call Dick head high for privacy's sake. Anyway, Ginger butt was pretty close to earning the name Stupid head himself because he didn't know a damn thing about computers. We were arguing, as usual and he spoke in his timid voice like he was scared of me or something.  "Y-You didn't do your excel homework."

"I know I didn't. I can't take this anymore. I want to study polymorphism and disambiguation! This Microsoft word and excel stuff isn't doing it for me!" I explained. and then his freckled face just stared at me like I was talking in another language. I sighed, "Polymorphism is like, when you use computer programming to show the same interface for differing underlying forms and-"

"Man, what are you even talking about?!" Stupid head interrupted.  I know I sound like a nerd, and most people wouldn't expect it from me because quite honestly, I'm stuck in the same clique as Stupid head and Stanky feet.

Ginger butt looked really embarrassed. As red as a-a-a damn tomato! I grinned slyly at him. I can be a bit cocky about my knowledge sometimes. Ginger butt speaks up, "Boys, please. Class is over. I would really rather go home now."

"Afraid of bein' shown up by a fat black kid?" I asked him, my eyes narrowing a little. I know he's a racist dick head. I know cause he always favors Brown noser and all the other little white kids and treats the other races like we're supposed to be inferior. He turned as red as a stupid tomato again.

"Race has absolutely nothing to do with this. I happen to think you are very intelligent, but you are too bent up on putting your knowledge where is doesn't belong."