*Authors Note- I finally got time to write another entry to my story. It seems important to not that this piticular story is not true, at least not entirly true. I also think this is one of my weaker stories, I was distracted. Just so you know. And if you like it please leave a comment, or if you don't like it. I'm all for free speach.

When you don't talk much in school people tend to think you're smart. I'm not smart. I don't realy like the people in my school, so I don't have much to say to them, except maybe an insult here or there, thats probably why they don't like me either. To alot of people school is all about the social aspect, they only stay in school so they can be with their friends, the learning and homework are just annoyances. I guess I'm unusual in that I use school as a resource to suceed later in life, another reason people think I'm smart, it just means we have different priorities. The worst part of the school day is the bus ride. On my bus their are realy no rules, the bus driver dosn't care, she's too focused on the road and her paycheck. Being in high school, I am privilged to sit in the back of the bus with the other people in high school. Here I sit, in my seat on the bus, about the sixth seat from the back, starring out the window pondering things worth pondering, headphones in my cd player. The last song on the CD ends and I'm left listening to conversation of my bus mates, still with my headphones on. The first words I hear once the music stops come from a conceded boy I always had a hatred for, "Probably can't even hear us" followed by a laugh that sounded like a robot would have, if robots could laugh.

"He's such a loser, he has like no friends, he just stays at home and reads all the time" this was coming from another boy who I should beat up, but won't because I'm weak.

"I know he never talks to anybody, he thinks he's such a hardass" That was certainly not true, a hardass is probably the last thing I think I am. It continued this way for a while, makeing judgments about me, laughing. It's easy to let this sort of thing get to you, but I try my best not to. It's not rare to hear people talking about me like this, to get myself through it I read books about computer science, so someday I can create an army of killer robots that will enslave the human race.

As I get off the bus it becomes clear that I hate school, but for completly different reasons then most people