NEOPETS VERSION Typing away at his computer, he wondered how people could possibly sleep in past seven.

There was so much to do, so many responsibilities that he had; and that he had to finish up on. He bit down softly on his lip; he figured he must have bit down too hard, because he could taste blood. Did it matter? He had so much to plan. He had dances to plan, organizing prom, homework, exams essays, it was just so overwhelming it was difficult to handle. He stressfully ran his fingers through his brownish-black hair, he slouched his head onto the many pieces of paper that littered the surface of his desk. He just had to finish this, the whole school had been counting on him finishing this, if not- well he didn't want to even think about it. He had been the president of the Student Council, as well as the SAC (Student Activities Committee) and he had a heck of a lot of stuff to do. He was also an avid member of the GSA. He hadn't had a proper meal since breakfast the day before. He was pretty much going off solely on Red Bull, as well as Peanut Butter granola bars. You could definitely tell, as he room looked more like a dump than the actual dump is. Although, it didn't matter much to him, he didn't really mind what he had been currently living off of right now. It was shocking to him how he had been come accustomed to the taste of what he called a "meal." He looked at his computer screen wondering what to write next for his English essay. 'God damn it grade twelve is difficult,' he thought, writing another sentence onto his essay, that he was close to finishing, finally. Fxxk. He didn't have time for this, really. He still had to do a whole bunch of stuff for the prom, that he had already was way behind on. He let his head fall to the surface of his desk. Some of the papers that littered his desk fell to the floor. He didn't even bother to pick them up. "EASY! Why don't you come into the kitchen and have a healthy breakfast for once?" his mother called, fro the kitchen in their home. He knew she was worried that really, he hadn't been eating too much. But what did she expect? It was the end of his senior year; did she expect him to eat at all? "No thanks mum. I have so much to do. I'm surprised I even have enough time to remember what breakfast exactly is." He replied, looking around his room hastily. He couldn't believe his mother was trying to make him eat. Did she not understand how much pressure he was in? Of course she didn't. She didn't have all these things going for her when she was his age. Yes. The boy's name had been Easy, well to be exact, Easy Walsh. Well, his last name wasn't really that, it should be King. The truth is, Easy doesn't even want to bother to associate himself with the likes of his father, oh no. To him, his father was a fool. His father was arrested when he was younger. He had participated in the murder of one of his coworkers. He was seven when this all happened. Although, easy remembered vividly the day it happened and it would be a day that he would never forget. He then peered down at the clock at the bottom corner of his computer. It had just turned from 7:29 to 7:30. "Damnit,' he swore, under his breath. He only had about fifteen minutes to finish this essay, and then he had to catch the bus! What a morning, seriously, he thought. Maybe he should- no. That's wrong. He couldn't skip first period. He knew quite well that he was going to receive another huge assignment. Seriously, shouldn't student council president get a break every once and awhile? He only had a few more sentences to go. He could finish it. It was no sweat. He only had, five- no. Ten minutes. He could finish it, couldn't he? He typed out his essay at the fastest speed that he could manage. Especially without letting his fingers break off. His eyes were kept open, he swore he didn't blink. He was finally finished. With only what? Five

minutes to spare? He clicked print and his 'hot off the printer' five page essay came out. He slipped the essay into his red file folder, shoving it into his black backpack. 'Let's just hope the elevators are working today. If not, well. I don't even want to think about that.' He thought, heading to the door to his bedroom, trying to get through the mess that he had left behind, of course, not willingly. He headed to the kitchen of his apartment. "Bye mom, I'll see you at around five, kay?" he said, quickly. He headed for the door to their apartment. He quickly moved through the group of people, pressing the button to get to the main floor. It was a good thing Easy only lived on the third floor of the apartment building. When he arrived in the main level, he peered down at his watch. He began to move to the bus stop, just waiting for it. The bus was expected to be here in five minutes, it really couldn't be late. He was on a very tight schedule. He looked around hastily noticing the bus coming towards the bus stop. 'Good riddance.' He thought, watching the doors on the bus open up for him. He entered the bus, slipping his ticket in the slot, heading towards the back. He sat in his usual seat that he sat in every single day. 'Seven minutes, then you can calm down Ez, seriously.' Easy exhaled stressfully, running his fingers through his hair. The bus continued down the road to Laker Park Collegiate, located in the midst of Atlanta, Georgia. It was eight o'clock in the morning as the bus pulled into the front of the school. He slipped out the back door of the bus, pulling his slim body through the students who were trying to get off as well. He was actually quite content he was finally at school. He pulled his light green polo down a little bit, blinking as we walked into the back fields where most of his friends hung out. As he headed over to the back fields he got a series of comments shot out to him, some being, "Hey Ez," or "What’s up, Ez?" other comments, they were just plain rude. People shot out stuff to him like, "fxggxt," "Gxylord," or "xss fxckxr." He really didn't care, because when he won the elections for student council, he was very open about being gxy. As he arrived at the back field, he did not notice any of his friends. He clicked his tongue ring on his teeth. He looked down at his watch once again; he realized he had about twenty-five minutes until classes officially began. He could hear the birds chirping, as well as he could smell the fresh cut grass. The sounds of the students chatter was beginning to die down. It was beginning to give Easy a migraine. It was too quiet out here. He needed something, someone to keep him busy for about twenty-five minutes. He slouched backwards, leaning his back onto a tree. He exhaled deeply, as his brown eyes began to intently watch the jocks play soccer, football, and well sports. Oh how he would kill to be with one of those guys. But of course 99.0% of those guys are straight, or they are too scared to be seen making out with another guy. And the other one percent? They wouldn't even be able to be seen talking to Easy, because he was gxy. He realized at that moment that High School is the toughest thing he would ever have to do.

NORMAL VERSION

Typing away at his computer, he wondered how people could possibly sleep in past seven. There was so much to do, so many responsibilities that he had; and that he had to finish up on. He bit down softly on his lip; he figured he must have bit down too hard, because he could taste blood. Did it matter? He had so much to plan. He had dances to plan, organizing prom, homework, exams essays, it was just so overwhelming it was difficult to handle. He stressfully ran his fingers through his brownish-black hair, he slouched his head onto the many pieces of paper that littered the surface of his desk. He just had to finish this; the whole school had been counting on him finishing this, if not- well he didn't want to even think about it. He had been the president of the Student Council, as well as the SAC (Student Activities Committee) and he had a heck of a lot of stuff to do. He was also an avid member of the GSA. He hadn't had a proper meal since breakfast the day before. He was pretty much going off solely on Red Bull, as well as Peanut Butter granola bars. You could definitely tell, as he room looked more like a dump than the actual dump is. Although, it didn't matter much to him, he didn't really mind what he had been currently living off of right now. It was shocking to him how he had been come accustomed to the taste of what he called a "meal." He looked at his computer screen wondering what to write next for his English essay. 'God damn it grade twelve is difficult,' he thought, writing another sentence onto his essay, that he was close to finishing, finally. Fuck. He didn't have time for this, really. He still had to do a whole bunch of stuff for the prom, that he had already was way behind on. He let his head fall to the surface of his desk. Some of the papers that littered his desk fell to the floor. He didn't even bother to pick them up. "EASY! Why don't you come into the kitchen and have a healthy breakfast for once?" his mother called, fro the kitchen in their home. He knew she was worried that really, he hadn't been eating too much. But what did she expect? It was the end of his senior year; did she expect him to eat at all? "No thanks mum. I have so much to do. I'm surprised I even have enough time to remember what breakfast exactly is." He replied, looking around his room hastily. He couldn't believe his mother was trying to make him eat. Did she not understand how much pressure he was in? Of course she didn't. She didn't have all these things going for her when she was his age. Yes. The boy's name had been Easy, well to be exact, Easy Walsh. Well, his last name wasn't really that, it should be King. The truth is, Easy doesn't even want to bother to associate himself with the likes of his father, oh no. To him, his father was a fool. His father was arrested when he was younger. He had participated in the murder of one of his coworkers. He was seven when this all happened. Although, easy remembered vividly the day it happened and it would be a day that he would never forget. He then peered down at the clock at the bottom corner of his computer. It had just turned from 7:29 to 7:30. "Damnit,' he swore, under his breath. He only had about fifteen minutes to finish this essay, and then he had to catch the bus! What a morning, seriously, he thought. Maybe he should- no. That's wrong. He couldn't skip first period. He knew quite well that he was going to receive another huge assignment. Seriously, shouldn't student council president get a break every once and awhile? He only had a few more sentences to go. He could finish it. It was no sweat. He only had, five- no. Ten minutes. He could finish it, couldn't he? He typed out his essay at the fastest speed that he could manage. Especially without letting his fingers break off. His eyes were kept open, he swore he didn't blink. He was finally finished. With only what? Five minutes to spare? He clicked print and his 'hot off the printer' five page essay came out. He slipped the essay into his red file folder, shoving it into his black backpack.

'Let's just hope the elevators are working today. If not, well. I don't even want to think about that.' He thought, heading to the door to his bedroom, trying to get through the mess that he had left behind, of course, not willingly. He headed to the kitchen of his apartment. "Bye mom, I'll see you at around five, kay?" he said, quickly. He headed for the door to their apartment. He quickly moved through the group of people, pressing the button to get to the main floor. It was a good thing Easy only lived on the third floor of the apartment building. When he arrived in the main level, he peered down at his watch. He began to move to the bus stop, just waiting for it. The bus was expected to be here in five minutes, it really couldn't be late. He was on a very tight schedule. He looked around hastily noticing the bus coming towards the bus stop. 'Good riddance.' He thought, watching the doors on the bus open up for him. He entered the bus, slipping his ticket in the slot, heading towards the back. He sat in his usual seat that he sat in every single day. 'Seven minutes, then you can calm down Ez, seriously.' Easy exhaled stressfully, running his fingers through his hair. The bus continued down the road to Laker Park Collegiate, located in the midst of Atlanta, Georgia. It was eight o'clock in the morning as the bus pulled into the front of the school. He slipped out the back door of the bus, pulling his slim body through the students who were trying to get off as well. He was actually quite content he was finally at school. He pulled his light green polo down a little bit, blinking as we walked into the back fields where most of his friends hung out. As he headed over to the back fields he got a series of comments shot out to him, some being, "Hey Ez," or "What’s up, Ez?" other comments, they were just plain rude. People shot out stuff to him like, "faggot," "Gaylord," or "ass fucker." He really didn't care, because when he won the elections for student council, he was very open about being gay. As he arrived at the back field, he did not notice any of his friends. He clicked his tongue ring on his teeth. He looked down at his watch once again; he realized he had about twenty-five minutes until classes officially began. He could hear the birds chirping, as well as he could smell the fresh cut grass. The sounds of the students chatter was beginning to die down. It was beginning to give Easy a migraine. It was too quiet out here. He needed something, someone to keep him busy for about twenty-five minutes. He slouched backwards, leaning his back onto a tree. He exhaled deeply, as his brown eyes began to intently watch the jocks play soccer, football, and well sports. Oh how he would kill to be with one of those guys. But of course 99.0% of those guys are straight, or they are too scared to be seen making out with another guy. And the other one percent? They wouldn't even be able to be seen talking to Easy, because he was gay. to do. He realized at that moment that High School is the toughest thing he would ever have