what if rich, white, straight men wassup loosers, it's z here. currently attending mckinnely community college and totally kicking ass at this whole college thing. for those who don't know, im apart of the jocks, best group of people in this school in my opinion.
if you're still thinking about messing with me, i'll have you know that i am the vice president of the student council, president, organizer of the mckinnely community college women's group, hottest girl in the gym, and one of the badasses working to pull this school out from underneath the dirt. so, i'd say i like this place a lot and anybody who dares to mess with it is gonna answer to me. didn't rule the world anymore?
Have you ever felt a state of exhaustion so strong, even coffee cannot seem to phase it? Or perhaps Iâve built up a tolerance to caffeine. Though obviously I hope that is not the case, considering.Â
i donât drink coffee, it gets me too active accorinâ to my parents. therefore, naw, never did that. whenever iâm tired, i just go to sleep like a regular human. if i canât, i do it anyway.
suzy: you seem pretty sure about that future. quite inspiring, really. I used to be so sure about that kind of thing, too.
suzy: I actually had no idea about that at all but that's rather incredible. I suppose that makes sense, especially as color blindness does run in the men of my family, too. No wonder women used to be the foragers. Though, I DO also love to go hunting. Have you ever tried that?
z: tots gonna be famous. i wanna tell chicks it's badass to be badass in whatever way you're badass in.
z: why you not so sure of it now?
z: huntin'? like actually killin' shit? never did that, though i used to catch coach roaches and set them on fire...
suzy: yes we did! I used to love working with the cows, and especially helping with the new births in the springtime. we once had a goat birth triplets and it was incredible!
z: i'll link you. it's awesome. i always read this shit like carefully and make sure i remember names and stuff so that whenever i become famous i don't have to study them.
z: badass dude. get it. pretty sure whenever the native americans were like on the land-- women were all about the farming a shit. did u know that because women can tell shades of colors apart, they can tell poison berries and non poison one apart?
z: goat triples? how many goats does one goat have?
I agree, it actually is going by faster than I imagined which is nice. But I donât care much about whatâs coming up for the school year since, besides classes, most things we do here are fairly moronic. I guess youâre among the ones who are able to find pleasure in these pointless events, so enjoy your mountain and being on top of the world.Â
yo homie, i like barely passed my classes last year. then again-- i didnât really care about them. so whatever, cs get degrees right?? dude, it was tots awesome to stick it to that terrible whatever marine. i think we need to get to the bottom of these crazy ass events and that crazy ass hired whatever he is.Â
anyway, i donât want this summer to end. at least any time soon.Â
A little over a month left of summer camp, and I have to say Iâm fairly impressed with my ability to last this long here. I may even attempt to go this last month without any complaints. Granted that will all depend on whether or not there is some new ludicrous activity that Ms. Holiday comes up with. I couldnât have been the only one who found this water gun fight childish. Canât we do a nice, quiet activity where we all sit around reading and drinking tea preferably with a splash of bourbon?
yo dude, this place ainât the bad, this summer tots went by way to fast. especially hangin around this place. also gives me time to think about whatâs up and cominâ for the school year. personally, iâm pretty on top of the world right now. whatever they have-- they can totally bring it!Â
reborn, z stood up. the look of determination settled on her face. there was no way a man would ever get away from stepping on a women in such ways. z was there to make him pay.Â
instantly, she transported herself to the bathroom, there she picked up the randomly appeared weights and started to pump them. thirty minutes of flashes came as z transferred between running in place, push ups, and sit ups. by the end, her forehead dripped with sweat and she was ready. taking a dab of the saved dip she had, she pressed it to her cheeks and made a line straight across.Â
the door slammed into the wall as z opened it with the force of a titan. her foot placement was heavy as she marched out to the courtyard with her gun to her chest. whoever this asshole was, he was going to pay.Â
her eyes scanned the battlefield. bodies laid everywhere. counting them only fueled her anger more. it wasnât until she spotted a black shadow creeping across the overgrown soccer field did z see her path. strategically z made her way over silently.Â
from what she could tell, the man had gotten the others. all cross the lawn, she could see students waking up from being shot with water and walking off their defeat. she knew it was only her and she left. she knew that she was the only ray of light in this hot summer heat.Â
sweat formed as she moved with stealth across the lawn. she narrowly avoided water bombs and other various obstacles. she was getting closer to where the movement of shadows. the assassin had just popped out of the bushed and attacked the last unsuspecting woman. he had missed initially, but the girl had stumbled backward into a water balloon.
even though the girl was technically out, the assassin advanced. but before the assassin could take his shot-- z shouted.Â
 âHEY YOU. PICK ON SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SIZE!âÂ
the assassin whipped around to see z. just at the last second, he dodged the stream of water coming at him.Â
then, all hell broke loose. water balloons flew everywhere, empty canteens that held water dropped onto the floor as streams of water came barely out of the ends of their guns. z dodged the assassinâs most recent water balloon. without realizing it, it dropped on the floor without popped and rolled around. z reached behind her waist to grasp at a new canteen. her heart pounded when she had realized there was nothing there to grab. she spun around on the wet concrete. the slippery pavement caused her to loose her balance and go tumbling to the floor.Â
she flipped her self over and started to crawl. the assassin advanced, his gun pointed. z could tell he was also on his last canteen and he knew it too. he needed to get closer to z to make sure the shot would be lethal. manically, z crawled away, gasping. she knew there would no mercy.Â
just as the assissan stepped up to her, he pointed his gun at her. she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was smiling under that mask. her heart pounded as she watched him pull the trigger. but by some miracle, nothing came out. confused, the assassin tilted the gun to the side to inspect.Â
z turned her head and saw the balloon. quickly she reached for it and grabbed a hold of it. with one mighty swing of her arm, she threw the water balloon right into the face of the assassin. water splattered and soaked the assassinâs uniform and a smile came across zâs face as she stood up.Â
z was on top of the world. just the day before, she had her photo shoot. there was nothing like it-- the people were nice, she looked like a 10, and there was nothing thatâs gonna bring her down.Â
went the event came for the week, z branded a smile. competition always had this effect on her. but unlike the paint ball fight and the lava, she was ready for it. she could feel the fire up through her toes-- then again, that was probably just the concrete.Â
when the buzzer start, z became one with the force. her arms wildly threw the balloons. it was something out of an action movie. as she jumped from side to side, dodging everything that flew at her. light on her feet, she went left when balloons came at her from the right and vise versa. everything was falling right into place.Â
numbers fell around her. students were falling out left and right. z pressed on. her brown eyes caught sight of the assassin. she glowered at his unnatural presences among the students. z watched as he relentlessly poured a bucket of water onto an unsuspecting gal. z took a sharp inhale in and sprinted over to her.Â
kneeling over her, z looked down. âhey dude? you alright?â she took in a deep breathe as she watched the water he shot her with start to spread. âhey! listen to me! hey!â she shouted, her hands quaking as she touched the girl.Â
after a moment, the girl lulled her eyes open and stared up at z. she reached up and clinched the tank top z wore. âit was him.â the girlâs voice shook. âhe came out of nowhere. we didnât stand a chance...â
âokay, okay, itâs gonna be okay. just stay with me!â a pleading tone in zâs voice.Â
âitâs over for me.â the girl breathed out dramatically. âbut you-- you can get him.â as if it were her last breathe, the girl sighed out and he hand went limp.Â
zâs eyes filled with tears and she let out a shout in anguish.Â
kurt: I mean, yeah, but it's not required. That's very kind of you Z.
kurt: It's weird, but they've been together for a while so it was easier to get used to the idea. With, you know, two families living together with their own things and traditions.
z: ahhhh... yeah. that's cool. sorry to be intrusive. just somethin' that popped into my head.
Britt: are they paying you too? Or is the experience the payment?
Britt: I have enjoyed summer camp.
z: yeah! just a little bit of pocket change though. nothing like too big. the photo shoot was like 3 hours long and they gave me like 100 bucks or something.
z: that's cool. the place is pretty dope. i thought'd it be boring as shit.