Hokay, piggies heres the deal. Everyday at lunch I eat in the lunch room with a group of friends. Alexa, August, Shawn, Rudy, and Dashiell. I guess you could say we are kind of a clique. But not really. We are a small enough school to be the only five rockers (I guess thats what you could call us) In the school. Alexa, who is gorgeous beyond you're wildest imagination, you're typical bipolar chick, plays bass. Shawn, who has asked me out 7 or 8 times, and is a bit of a stoner also plays bass. August the guy you can just look at and tell is in a band, plays guitar and is insanely good at it. Rudy, is completely ADD and just started on the guitar. And Dashiell falls under the same catagory as August (Not quite as good at guitar as August, but considering how long hes been playing, he comes pretty close). And then theres me. The girl who sits in the corner with her knees pressed against her chest while watching Dashiell and August play from across the room without saying a word. Always to intimidated to get my guitar because I'm not nearly as good as they are. I guess Alexa feels the same way with her bass, seeming as I have never seen her even bring it to school.
So in art, which is two periods before lunch, Rudy pored pencil shavings from the penciil
sharpener in Dashiells Hair while Tara (The Art and English Teacher) was gone. I'm not taking art so I'm not exactly sure what happened. In the art room there is a big can of spray on super glue. The school we go to has a lot of freedom, so we are allowed to go off campus during lunch. So Rudy went to seven eleven for lunch in stead of coming to the art room. However, if he hadn't come to the art room after he got back he wouldn't have had to embrace his own personal tragedy that was soon to come. Rudy entered the art room and stated eating his lunch. And Unfortunately for Rudy, Dashiell knows how to hold a grudge. To get back at him for pouring pencil shavings in his hair, he decided to spray the can of super glue in Rudys hair completely coating the top of his head. In panic Rudy fled to the art room to try and get it out. Alexa and I stared in horror while Shawn laughed as hard as his lungs permitted him (Just 'cause hes weird like that...) and I was too busy staring at the bathroom door to notice August's reaction.
When Rudy came out of the bathroom his hair was a crazy mix between super glue and water. It was styled into a cute I'm-a-fuckin'-mad-scientist hair due and his expression didn't seize to match his hair. Rudy screamed at Dashiell for a while untill he eventually went over to him and nearly pulled the E sting (Thats the first string on the guitar for those of you who aren't to hot at their instruments) out of his lovely guitar. Once he finally let go he decided to smack Dashiell in the face (Of course, Rudy is like...Half the size of Dashiell so it probably didn't bother him to much.) At that point I was pretty freaked out, feeling a mix between panic and being sick to my stomach so Alexa and I left knowing that we'd get in trouble if a teacher were to walk in and notice us just chilling while two other kids knocked the shit out of each other.
I've been talking with August about it all weekend over myspace. We've both agreed that it was completely over the top. and now rudy is probably going to shove the can up his ass while he is sleeping and spray it. Chances are, Rudy's gonna have to get a buzz cut and loose his long pretty hair. The poor guy is gonna get made fun of for the rest of the school year.