HOT LESBIAN ACTION!!!

This is a school story that my friend Carolyn sent to me. She goes to Stuyvesant. It's kind of eerily brilliant. Some beautiful stuff in there, and I'm so proud of her that a boy gave her his phone number. Good work there, honey! But, seriously, read it. I mean, come on, what else are you going to do with your lives?

Love and Death High School (That's my title. So I named someone else's story. Sue me.)
I suppose this is her title:



[bad pick up lines.]

i'm sitting in seventh period freshman comp. feeling especially bored and mildly dissatisfied with my apathetic ignorance towards all of the new faces i've had hurled at me in the past few days.

i swear to god i'm going to need flash cards in order to remember my 799 classmates names.

there's sunlight on the desk but i don't feel any warmer. the ex-football player next to me with a name that i want desperately to call marlow, like my recently desieced goldfish, is so bored that he's actually resorted to reading ahead in 'taming of the shrew'. some girl with a name tag filled in with bright pink is trying desperately to sound intellectual, but unfortunately for 'diane t.' she's failing at it worse then i am from art appreciation (with the teacher who's already made 5 'freshies' cry).

this really can't be high school.

"i have to say, ms. brown, that i think that high school dating is purely for aesthetics and fashion reasons, i mean....do 15 year olds really think that they can be in love? they haven't the life experience...i mean, really!"

ohhh, diane t. you're trying way too hard....visions of my whirl wind summer flashing in colourful slow motion paint the walls of my mind.
[light hitting the little box of a white room, imprint on a bed, hum of an air conditioner, can you fall asleep any faster?]
[boring movie, but i don't hear the words...i can get used to this feeling. amazed to think that society allows feelings of pure ecstasy such as these...i'm planning a different future now...yes i love you too...]

there's a shadow of filling the patch of emptiness on my desk so i'll click my pen a few times.

"ms. brown...i agree with diane, i really don't think that children are capable of such complex feelings such as love. sure we have urges, we all want to get laid, we all want to feel...well you know, but love isn't something to mess around with. a lot of teens might think or say that they're in love, but when it all gets boiled down, well...it's just ignorance. i'll admit. i'm ignorant..." marlow, windsor, whatever your name is...are you even thinking about the words coming out of your mouth?

"windsor! you dick! what do you think? you turn 20 and then...bam...love hits you? Seriously! love has nothing to do with age...it's all about maturity! what the fuck do you call 'romeo and juliet'? they were nearly our age...holy fucking hell!" zach, another one of the not so brainless jocks speaks up.

now this  this is high school.

i really want to speak up but the buzzer kills the possibility of that. ms. brown curses about 26 minute periods and i prepare to pack up and become just another faceless blur in the hallway traffic. everything is traffic these days...someday i'm gonna get hit by a bus. i start walking towards the door, zach and i conversing about 'Plato's allegory of the cave'. there's a warm hand on my left arm. windsor.


"hey, so carolyn what do you think of all of that stuff about teenage love? i mean, personally i really don't think that it's possible...imagine thinking your in love - at our age - what would you do, i mean you can't get married or anything and then you never get to explore around with other people, find what you like and such. yeah, you're right, love doesn't have to last...the whole romeo and juliet thing is different though, i mean that wasn't so much love as it was an infatuation...not very romantic really. but seriously teen love is so stupid...it's all about sex. but anyway...so...err...i was wondering if you wanted to get a cup of coffee or something afterschool today...or someday...or a movie or something, whatever's good for you...look heres my number..."


Wasn't that great? Yes, it was. Let's give Carolyn a hand.
Oh, and if anyone wants to send in their own story, preferably about their life and new school life, just send it in. If you're a half-decent writer or if you have a really interesting story to tell, don't hesitate. I'm not going to judge you, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Please, this web site is for you guys: I want you to have a say. Even if I don't know you, feel free to send something in. I'll decide if I want to post it. If you don't have a story, send me anything. Send me a message to tell me you like my site. It's all good. Remember, it's okayeahwhatever@yahoo.com.

Nicky