Nora walked the school hallways, with her head held high and her skirt even higher.
She believed people loved her and she was the most popular girl in school.
Some of her friends referred to it as her morning high, which most of the time ended when someone bumped into her hard enough for her to fall on the floor.
She would come to her senses while she was picking up all her belongings of the ground.
It made her realize that just thinking that you’re popular doesn’t make you any more popular.
During lunch breaks she would study the popular teens in her school, who were always together like a pack of wolves.
She couldn’t figure out a way to join them, she took a good look at herself and thought she would fit in great.
Her short skirt, tight and revealing blouse, push up bra, hip make-up, great hairdo made them the same.
So she figured she had that covered, so now all she had to do is find out what else they did that made them group together.
She followed some of the girls into the restroom and eavesdropped on their conversations.
The girls talked about the popular boys and their strange sexual fantasies they wanted fulfilled by them.
This wasn’t really something she wanted to go do to make friends with them.
So she continued spying on the popular kids, and because most of the popular boys were in the football team she asked the waterboy to tell her some private things about them, in exchange for some French kissing she will never forget.
At home she brushed her teeth for the twentieth time and inside her head went over the things the waterboy told her.
The boys respected the kids that did things that were illegal, like dealing drugs or stealing.
She could break the law by stealing some lipstick and that could make them like her more.
But she was a very civilized person so actually stealing was something she couldn’t do.
So that only left drugs, and because there were no more options left, she decided to focus on that.
The next day at school she talked to some of the minority groups in school to find out where to score some drugs.
She walked up to the emo kids and asked them if they knew where to score some drugs.
They got angry and told her that she was thinking of them in a stereotypical way, that just because they’re emo and always sad they do drugs.
So she went over to the geeks, who also reacted quite upset.
How could she think they would be unintelligent enough to do drugs so close to the exams.
She went on and asked the gays but they gave no reply.
At the end of the day she was tired and was walking down the hallway that leads to the front door of the school.
She passes a classroom with it’s door still open, when she walks by it she hears someone “Psst” at her.
It’s the janitor standing in the doorpost with a mop in his hand.
She stops in front of him “So you were looking to score some drugs?” he asks her.
She is dumbfound and doesn’t know what to say “This ain’t the army, Sugarpop.” He tells her while he puts his mop through the wringer.
“Let me finish this room and we can talk business in my office.” He continues to mop the floor and after a couple of minutes he is done.
“Let’s go.” He walks out of the class room pushing his bucket in front of him.
They take some stairs that lead into the basement and they walk to a door with ‘Janitor’ on it.
“This is my office.” He said as he opened the door, revealing the insides of a supply closet.
They go inside and he lets her walk up front and he stops to smell her hair “I smell bubblegum.”
“I smell glue.” Is all she could think of to say, the room had a weird smell in it not the smell of lemons and limes.
The guy sat on a beanbag that was in the back of the closet and put a small plastic bag over his mouth and nose and starts to breathe in and out.
“I like it the old fashion way, glue all the way.” He said as his eyes rolled back a bit in his sockets as he got high of his glue.
“Not that I don’t sell just about anything else. Whatever you need I got it.” He added.
She looked around the closet and her eyes scanned all kind of labels for different cleaning solutions.
“I’m not sure what I want to have yet.” She says, as the fear of getting busted starts to climb up her spine.
The janitor took another look at her and began to list all kind of drugs.
She took a moment to think but as she was thinking the idea of going to jail began to form.
He took another breath of glue and fell back in his beanbag.
“Mr. Janitor?” but he did not reply, seemed he had passed out.
What happened next she until this day still could not understand, it was like her body got controlled by something demonic.
Her hands grabbed onto a random bottle of cleaning solution and she ran out of the closet and out of the school.
When she got home she quickly ran up the stairs and into her room.
She hid the bottle under her mattress, and that night she took it out and twisted the top off.
Slowly she took off the top and looked inside, there was a liquid inside.
Confused she assumed it might be liquid drugs of some sort, she smelled it and it smelled like lemons and limes.
Still she believed it might contain drugs or alcohol so she took a sip to make sure.
Rolling it in her mouth it began to foam and she couldn’t hold it in and spewed out the liquid, which turned out to be a toilet seat disinfectant.
‘Oh well, at least now I got the bad taste of the French kissing out of my mouth.’ She thought to herself.
She believed people loved her and she was the most popular girl in school.
Some of her friends referred to it as her morning high, which most of the time ended when someone bumped into her hard enough for her to fall on the floor.
She would come to her senses while she was picking up all her belongings of the ground.
It made her realize that just thinking that you’re popular doesn’t make you any more popular.
During lunch breaks she would study the popular teens in her school, who were always together like a pack of wolves.
She couldn’t figure out a way to join them, she took a good look at herself and thought she would fit in great.
Her short skirt, tight and revealing blouse, push up bra, hip make-up, great hairdo made them the same.
So she figured she had that covered, so now all she had to do is find out what else they did that made them group together.
She followed some of the girls into the restroom and eavesdropped on their conversations.
The girls talked about the popular boys and their strange sexual fantasies they wanted fulfilled by them.
This wasn’t really something she wanted to go do to make friends with them.
So she continued spying on the popular kids, and because most of the popular boys were in the football team she asked the waterboy to tell her some private things about them, in exchange for some French kissing she will never forget.
At home she brushed her teeth for the twentieth time and inside her head went over the things the waterboy told her.
The boys respected the kids that did things that were illegal, like dealing drugs or stealing.
She could break the law by stealing some lipstick and that could make them like her more.
But she was a very civilized person so actually stealing was something she couldn’t do.
So that only left drugs, and because there were no more options left, she decided to focus on that.
The next day at school she talked to some of the minority groups in school to find out where to score some drugs.
She walked up to the emo kids and asked them if they knew where to score some drugs.
They got angry and told her that she was thinking of them in a stereotypical way, that just because they’re emo and always sad they do drugs.
So she went over to the geeks, who also reacted quite upset.
How could she think they would be unintelligent enough to do drugs so close to the exams.
She went on and asked the gays but they gave no reply.
At the end of the day she was tired and was walking down the hallway that leads to the front door of the school.
She passes a classroom with it’s door still open, when she walks by it she hears someone “Psst” at her.
It’s the janitor standing in the doorpost with a mop in his hand.
She stops in front of him “So you were looking to score some drugs?” he asks her.
She is dumbfound and doesn’t know what to say “This ain’t the army, Sugarpop.” He tells her while he puts his mop through the wringer.
“Let me finish this room and we can talk business in my office.” He continues to mop the floor and after a couple of minutes he is done.
“Let’s go.” He walks out of the class room pushing his bucket in front of him.
They take some stairs that lead into the basement and they walk to a door with ‘Janitor’ on it.
“This is my office.” He said as he opened the door, revealing the insides of a supply closet.
They go inside and he lets her walk up front and he stops to smell her hair “I smell bubblegum.”
“I smell glue.” Is all she could think of to say, the room had a weird smell in it not the smell of lemons and limes.
The guy sat on a beanbag that was in the back of the closet and put a small plastic bag over his mouth and nose and starts to breathe in and out.
“I like it the old fashion way, glue all the way.” He said as his eyes rolled back a bit in his sockets as he got high of his glue.
“Not that I don’t sell just about anything else. Whatever you need I got it.” He added.
She looked around the closet and her eyes scanned all kind of labels for different cleaning solutions.
“I’m not sure what I want to have yet.” She says, as the fear of getting busted starts to climb up her spine.
The janitor took another look at her and began to list all kind of drugs.
She took a moment to think but as she was thinking the idea of going to jail began to form.
He took another breath of glue and fell back in his beanbag.
“Mr. Janitor?” but he did not reply, seemed he had passed out.
What happened next she until this day still could not understand, it was like her body got controlled by something demonic.
Her hands grabbed onto a random bottle of cleaning solution and she ran out of the closet and out of the school.
When she got home she quickly ran up the stairs and into her room.
She hid the bottle under her mattress, and that night she took it out and twisted the top off.
Slowly she took off the top and looked inside, there was a liquid inside.
Confused she assumed it might be liquid drugs of some sort, she smelled it and it smelled like lemons and limes.
Still she believed it might contain drugs or alcohol so she took a sip to make sure.
Rolling it in her mouth it began to foam and she couldn’t hold it in and spewed out the liquid, which turned out to be a toilet seat disinfectant.
‘Oh well, at least now I got the bad taste of the French kissing out of my mouth.’ She thought to herself.
