A Fresh Start

Somehow, I feel immensely excited. Why would I have any reason to be disappointed?

Bye, bye, RCHS. Good fucking riddance to you. You and your stumpy little ass of a principal. Your pathetic students who aren't going to do anything in life. I don't need you, and you don't want me. So why should I be disappointed?

Time to move on. I've never been very good at fresh starts. BUSTI is a good example. I fucked up my reputation there just by being the socially awkward bull-in-a-china-shop kid. That's where a fresh start got me. Miserable.

But still, I'm happy. Ecstatic. Or something. Some powerful emotion is welling up inside me. Excitement sure is there.

After finding out I wasn't going to be in the play or in band, I developed a fuck-all attitude. I was completely prepared to never go back again. And that's the plan. Hello, Wakefield. Hello, Highland. Good riddance to you, Rappahannock County High School.

Someday I'll write a song about this. Maybe it'll be today.

I want to scream out to the sky in joy.

I just did.

A fresh start.