A teenage boy sat at his desk in his class with earphones concealed behind the hood to his jacket. He didn't need to listen to the teacher, he already knew what was being taught. When new information was finally being covered, he shrugged it off because he knew he could figure it out later in the day. The same happened through all of his classes. He didn't care that his grades reflected lack of intelligence or responsibility, it just meant that his teachers were careless and rude.

During lunch and hangouts, he kept around his friends and talked with them. He loved to tell them all kinds of stories of cunning, funny, or traumatizing things that happened to him or that he did. His stories would include abuse, pranks, hangouts, intelligence, and everything in between. His friends would listen every time, even after he had told the same story over and over again. Of course, half the things he told came from his immagination. They weren't real, but they gave him a reason to be admired and have his opinions more considered due to his "experience".

Whenever he had the spare time alone, he'd listen to music. Now, his music was different from everyone else's despite the fact that they'd listen to the same genre. His music was always amazing. When a friend didn't like it, their music was immediately worse. When they didn't listen to it, he'd tell them about it nonstop. His music was always the best, and none could compare. Though, he always considered his music better for the reason that it wasn't mainstream. If hardly anyone had heard of it, it was immediately amazing to the point of being incomprehensible to all others.

This fun-filled lifestyle continued throughout high school until the boy graduated. Now, the teachers weren't so rude anymore. The stories were brushed aside whenever told. The music was seen for what it was and his friends no longer felt obligated to listen to the same thing. After high school, life wasn't as easy anymore. His friends began to drift away from his tall tales and school was even tougher because of his previous slacking, but he couldn't change his ways anymore. They now made his life harder while at one point they made it much easier. Thus was the story of his infant to adolescent life.




Moral of this story? Change is a good thing, and some people need it =3. Can't breeze through life ignoring responsibility 'cause it'll come back and bite you in the butt X3.