Fuck School: ProLog [exh, drugs]

*This is just the intro, to build up the world. The hardcore shit starts next chapter, which I’ll link to below.*

[Edit: forgot to put the fuckin story smh]

For the first time I can remember, I wake up in the AM. Rather than feeling exhausted, I shiver, caked in cold sweat. It’s the first day of school. For some, this day would be exhilarating. For others, frightening. For me, it’s both.

I’ve often had nightmares about returning to school, but this is the real thing. I’d thought it was all over when I graduated that shithole of a high school, but it was only the beginning.

The New Order demands that everyone complete the minimum curriculum, regardless of what they’ve graduated from in the past. Luckily for me, it’s just one class.

“Human Decency” they call it. Intended to educate those who are behind in the new ways of society, and reshape their morals to avoid harmful thinking. Sounds like Kindergarten all over again.

Good or bad, I’d have to face this some day. Even though attendance isn’t mandatory, being a minimum graduate does come with it’s advantages, as passing grants equal rights and opportunities, such as access to Silver Tier citizenship, allowing for more government supplied commodities than the basic needs provided for to all inhabitants.

Plus, I had always wanted to go to college. This is just a free education.

Hesitating, I manage to get myself out of bed. Slowly, sure, but still a personal record for me. Usually it takes hours.

I slip on some pyjamas and head downstairs with toothbrush in mouth. Jimmy’s already down there, sitting at the small foldable pong table and watching Bill Burr on his phone, who’s gotten rather tame since the Collective arrested him for hate speech.

“Mornin’ Shag.”

“Mornin'” I grumble, toothpaste splattering through the air, as if enjoying the toothbrushes company.

I walk to the kitchen and pour some cereal into my bowl. First the Loops, then the Crunch, then the –

“You’re up early,” Jimmy remarks, with more enthusiasm to my consciousness than I would have even not tired.

I flip the cereal box upside down. Nothing comes out. “We’re out of charms man.”

“What brings you to the waking realm so early?” he calls from the other room.

I pour my orange juice into the bowl and come to the table.

“That darn school, dude, I have no choice.”

Jimmy smiles at me. “So you’ve finally decided to give it a go, eh?”

I raise my eyebrows. “Well of course. I’d have to one way or another. Better freely today than in cuffs tomorrow.”

“I guess you’re right man,” he pauses his podcast and looks at me through his square glasses. “You read your manual?”

Instinctively I look away. I’m not good with eye contact. “Of course not. I used it for filters.”

Jimmy chuckles, patting one of his knees, which are crossed. If being white becomes a crime, he’ll be the first to go. “You can borrow mine dude, no worries.”

“You sure?” I smirk, “I might rip it out of frustration.”

“Go ahead, I’m hoping we won’t need it again.”

. . .

“*Welcome to Senior Class* Jimmy Johnson *! We’re very thankful that you’ve chosen to learn alongside us. As this will be your first time joining the team in this new System, we ask that you please read the documents below carefully…* Carefully my ass, I’mma skim this bitch.”

“It’ll be an entertaining read,” Jimmy says, laying back with his arms behind his head, “I think you’ll like it a lot,”

“*To some of you, this new system may come off as shocking. Along with the rest of the world, the education system has been rewritten from the ground up to offer a more civilized and fair treatment to all of humankind. Our core principles are built around destigmatization, and the theory that sexism and racism are not inherent in white people, but passed down from previous generations in tradition. Even if this is wrong and hate is inherent, we believe that it can be stomped out in the early years. If everyone agrees on this, there will be no future conflicts or rebellions…*” I pause, stumbling over my words. “This sounds like the same ol’ legal bullcrap.”

Jimmy begins to roll a joint, ripping some paper off the first page for a filter.

“Trust me man, it gets better.”

I decide to take his smile as proof.

“*Notice: Tuition is FREE: All tuition costs have been covered by the taxes which this Nation gladly provides for the sake of Equal Education. We hope this opportunity pleases you.* Well I don’t mind that part. I’m broke as fuck.”

“Ain’t we all man,” Jimmy gazes off into the dull plaster ceiling, “ain’t we all.”

“*Rule #1: No Bigotry-*” I don’t even bother reading that one, I’ve heard it enough before. Hell, it’s built into the core foundations of the law itself.

“*Rule #2: No Dress Code.* Hell yea. Wait, does that mean-”

“Read on man,” Jimmy nods, “The pages shall answer.”

I shrug and squint at the overly large text. “*Wear, or don’t wear, as you wish. Self expression is encouraged here, and all forms of fashion, body modification, and NUDITY are accepted, so long as they don’t pose danger to the safety or mental health of our students and staff. This also means no apparel which encourages violence or bigotry is allowed.*”

I pause for a moment, in shock. “Bruh. S-s-so like you can go naked? Like tits out, wind on your dick naked?”

Jimmy grins smugly, handing me the joint. “You get it man, you get it.”

“I can’t believe I’ve never heard it before. Two years since the rebellion and nobody’s ever mentioned this?”

Jimmy squints, confused. “I’m sure I’ve told you many times before, dude, you were probably just too blizzed to take it seriously.”

I ponder a moment, then nod. “I suppose you’re right. I don’t remember the last time I’ve been totally sober. Until today that is. I haven’t smoked a thing.”

“You just did man,” Jimmy motions toward the joint in my hand.”

“Fuck.” I give it back to him. Sheer habit.

“Anyways, dude read on. I wanna hear too.”

Interesting as it is, reading feels daunting. As if each new blow of information is a little too much change in worldview for one man to learn at once.

“*Rule #3: Activities: All non-harmful activities are permitted at all times, so long as they don’t interfere with other’s learning. If one is being too loud or otherwise distracting for those who wish to focus on learning, you may be asked to save it for later, or be punished upon repeated offence or refusal to comply. We also ask that you clean up after yourselves, if the results of your activities leave a mess which is considered a safety hazard. If you find yourself unable to do so, or if it gets in the way of your learning, please contact a custodian and they’ll be sure to clean you or the room up to the best of their ability.*”

“Ooh boy, here we go,” Jimmy chuckles, clapping his palms together.

“*a) This includes sexual activities, which can be performed anywhere as long as the rules are followed, and both member’s consent. b) Videogames and texting are allowed during class, however it is your responsibility if you happen to miss a piece of important information during that class.*”

I slam the booklet down on the table. “What the fuck!”

“You mean ‘what, they fuck’?” Jimmy nudges my elbow.

“Literally. Students just… have SEX during class?”

Jimmy’s eyes gaze off into deep thought. “Well, it doesn’t have to be students. It can be teachers too. And, well, not everyone fucks during a lesson. It really depends on if they want to pay attention or not. I’d recommend getting some shagging on during lunch.”

“My name now feels ironic.”

“Sorry Shaggy.”

We both look to the stack of paper laying boldly on the plastic table, open to a page titled ‘*Part II: The Finer Details*,’ under which several forms of punishment are listed.

“Aren’t ya gonna read more?” Jimmy proposes.

“No,” I shake my head, picking the manual up and throwing it at the recycling bin. It catches in the wind and awkwardly flutters to the ground, making it halfway there. “I don’t think I will.”

The purest form of shock hits Jimmy’s face like a truck. “There’s like 20 more sections to go. Full of the coolest shit you’ll read in a legalese pamphlet ever.”

I smirk. “I bet.”

“Don’t you want to learn more?”

I look up and smile at him. “I’d rather learn it all myself. Anyways, you saw what it said. I read the most essential shit. The basics,” I pick up my empty cereal bowl, which Jimmy had stealthily gobbled up. “I’ll figure it out as I go.”

He raises his eyebrows at me. “I mean, you do you man. Personally, knowing about it just made it even more exciting, but whatevs.”

I shrug, “It’s the way I am dude. I just gotta do it the edgy way.”

“Yeah bro,” He nods, taking a huge hit. “You gotta ride life on the Shaggy Wave.”

More like awkwardly paddle and eventually drown, but he’s on the right track.

. . .

I stand in my room naked, checking my drawers and avoiding the gaze of the window.

“What should I wear JJ?” I call out the door.

“I don’t know man,” Jimmy calls up from the living room, “Anything. They literally don’t care. It’s kinda chill.”

I grunt and decide to put on a tunic and pull up some black skinny jeans. I find my frock coat and throw it on, finishing the piece with a red scarf.

Jimmy makes it to the door, toothbrush in his hand.

“How am I?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Honestly? You’re more likely to get laughed at for wearing that than going buck naked.”

“Really,” I ask, doubting he’s serious.

“*Alienation due to fashion choices is discouraged and considered a form of bullying. You will not be judged by what you wear or how you appear or identify. All that is asked is that you treat others the same, and allow them to be who they so choose. Even if they refuse to respect your identity, please maintain your respect for theirs and instead report their error to the Caretaker, or a nearby teacher.*”

I stare at him. “Did- did you memorize that?”

“Nah man,” Jimmy holds up the manual, “I picked this back up. Makes for a good weed read. Plus, doesn’t hurt to hit the refresh button on all them rules.”

“Eh. Don’t blame ya.”

He’s already thumping back downstairs, on his journey to the couch.

I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror (I don’t keep any in my room, I consider it paranormally risky).

Jimmy may have indicated that going in my birthday suit would be better than this, but c’mon. Was he being serious? After all, a teacher can only enforce against bullying. They can’t prevent silent judgement and alienation. I can only imagine the walk of shame, being the only one naked, walking down a hall of cringing stares. It’s every high schooler’s nightmare.

So, I decide to play it safe and go with my rather classy getup.

I head downstairs and wait at the door for the others. In the meantime I lace up my leather boots and ponder over my hats, deciding on an electric-blue-feathered felt hat. Odd, sure, but there’s far weirder on the common street these days. Plus, it goes with my outfit.

Ivy shows up first, which is strange considering he always seems to have the most unique setup when it comes to fashion and gear. This time, he’s wearing some sort of body paint, seemingly in style of a blue avatar person.

“Nice getup man, you going to school in that?” I ask, amused.

“Yeah man, you?” He stares at my outfit.

I nod. I hope he doesn’t get arrested for blueface.

Next, Jimmy shows up. He just got out of the shower so his hair looks unusually long and straight. We high fived and waited in silence for Drew.

Finally, a little later than usual, Drew and his girlfriend show up from the spare room.

“Y’all ready?” he asks, pulling on a baseball cap.

“Aren’t we missing someone?” I ask, looking around.

“Not you,” Ivy remarks, pushing up his rose framed sunglasses and shouldering his satchel.

I realize, rather uncannily, that this is the first time that I have been the first up and ready to go in a case like this.

“Shit, good point.”

“Onwards, fellow humans!”

With that we pile into Drew’s car, three of us stuffed awkwardly in the back. It’s a small piece of shit, but it works. None of us can afford our own so we can’t complain.

We pull off into Second Line, and our stealthy speeding journey begins.

“Yeehaw,” Drew yells out the window.

BoRhap comes on the old crusty ass radio so we scream along to it like maniacs, gathering some weird stares from pedestrians, and smirks from others.

Jimmy stays silent. “This song’s played itself to death.” He sighs.

Stopped at a red light, some dude in a truck even sang part of the intermezzo in a surprisingly crisp and operatic voice.

Upon flashing green, seeming to think that we wanted a street race, he dashes the pedal to full, speeding on ahead at 100. We hadn’t picked up on that cue and started at normal speed. A block ahead, a traffic patrol officer blows their airhorn and pulls him over.

We continue by at a startled pace.

Upon arriving at the school parking lot Drew stops.

“Aight boys, have fun,” He gives his fellow school band members props. “See you in Band.”

As Jimmy and Ivy start to get out, Drew turns to me.

“Where you headed man? We don’t have a class tilleten so I’m free to take you wherever.”

“I was actually thinking of checking out the school.”

“In that?” He asks, gazing at my somewhat elaborate outfit with amusement.

“Yeah.”

He huffs a chuckle. “Aight man have fun.”

He high fives me, and before I know it I’m standing on the asphalt alone, the car an ever shrinking blip.

Despite it being late summer, the air feels chilled.

. . .

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