I walk through the hallways of shrieking children trying to stay calm. You see, I'm not like the other kids. While they're playing videogames and doing drugs; I'm trying to unravel the mysteriess of the universe with my long time pal Malachite.
Now, I know what you're thinking 'why would anyone name their kid Malachite'. And that's where I have to stop you. Malachite isn't a kid, he's my guardian. He is a Gnome of large size and he lives off of rocks. It's really weird, I know, but he's real alright.
Jake, duck right now.
Without thinking, I duck down and I see a spit ball fly over my head. I turn around to see a guy holding a straw.
"Spit balls? Where in grade eleven not grade two, grow up!"
I then continue walking, finally I make it through the door and walk out.
"Let's head home."
I couldn't agree more.