Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Because You Suck: Chapter 13: Part 4

Note: The Knights are the mascot to the (fake) Kennedy High School. Jackie Kennedy memorialized her late husband through the words: "Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment that was known as Camelot." Kennedy's presidency was often compared to the idyllic existance of King Arthur's Camelot (when in fact, it wasn't due to the rising tensions in Vietnam and Kennedy's own deteriorating health.) Kennedy High is also an illusion to a "fake Camelot" since despite projecting a noble and idyllic appearance, is wrought with intrigue, manipulation, and "bullshitting" closer to the court in Hamlet than to the peaceful and orderly Camelot. But the passage that follows this isn't so serious ^^...

Tutorial was a time to finish last-minute homework and study, but Zach wasn’t here to learn --- he was here to teach a lesson. For the past weeks, whenever a GSA poster went up it was either pulled down or covered by a swim team poster announcing “Support the Knights at Nationals!”
Some Knights these were, about as honorable as a kick in the balls. But two could play at that game. Zach sniped a searing look at Gentry’s table as he passed, flaunting the large stack of posters that piled up against his chest. In return he got a look of feigned amusement and two raised eyebrows. Sydney glanced up and snarled.
“Hey faggot, nice posters.”
“Hey breeder, glad you like.”
Zach sauntered by, and Sydney threw a can after him (but missed and hit Mikey just as he entered the cafeteria.) Zach moved on through the crowd, oblivious to all. He had more important things to think about.
“Covering the library with posters sends a strong message. But, it takes a lot of work to make sure they stay on.” He mused, leaving the cafeteria, “Posters inside classrooms, however, are harder to cover or vandalize.”
Zach knew well enough that asking teachers’ permission was only a formality because, one way or another, whether they wanted it or not, those posters would end up in their classrooms. Generally, convincing teachers was not a problem since most were indifferent. But, as Zach had anticipated from the list of teachers he had printed out, there were going to be some hard apples…
He knocked on Mr.Handson’s door, and let himself in when no one answered.
“I’m hanging up posters for the GSA. Please host one.”
“I don’t know if you can put the poster on my window…” murmured Mr.Handson, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, down to the bulbous tip, as he put the papers he was sorting down on his desk.
“Don’t you support gay rights?”
“I can’t talk about my political views, Zach.”
“Our last posters were torn down.” Zach responded dryly, having more than expected that response, “That interferes with freedom of speech. Don’t you support freedom of speech?”
Mr.Handson furrowed his brow, and nervously scratched the back of his head, “You’ll have to get permission from the office---”
“Already got it.” Zach minutely held up a signed form.
“All right.”
Zach dashed to the window, but Mr.Handson called out.
“Not on the window!”
Mr.Handson glowered in annoyance, rubbing his temples to keep from leering. If he kept his eyes opened any longer or any wider, he would need to put in eyedrops. Zach seized the opportunity to jumped on the desk and slap the poster on the clock at the front of the room.
“No, Zach, not---”
“Bye Mr.Handson! Thanks!” Zach yelled, as grabbing his backpack as he sped out the door.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

lol
oh Zach was smooooooth! lol
ahhh!
he needs to get back together with Gentry! ahh! when is it gonna happen! the anticipation is murderous! lol

-PinknPunk

liz said...

I've been keeping up with your story forever....it never stops getting better.


amazing.