Adrian-William Christian Yournet

{{Forgive me, Justice, for I am making a self-based character... -shamecorner-}}
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Name: Anni <3
Age: Seventeen
Roleplaying Experience: Five years or so?
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Name: Adrian-William Christian Jones
Gender: Male (post-operation)
Age: 17
Hair Color: Ginger--dyed purple with pink streaks; completely pink on the long strip.
Eye Color: Green
Skin Tone: Pale, freckled
Height: 4’10’’
Weight: 82 lbs
Wealth: Average
Sexual Orientation: Gay, sparklingly so.
Why they are in La Campana: He made a deal with his parents that, if he was to get the surgery, he would have to go here to at least keep an open mind about ‘straightening out’.[/size]

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Appearance: He’s small, but not a midget. He’s an entire inch above the requirements to be either a midget or dwarf, something he will remind anyone who asks. He doesn’t technically mind his height, just the fact that people love to point it out. Yes. He knows he’s short. Thank you for the run-by. Idiots. 4’10’’ and seventeen, he’s heard a lot of jokes and nicknames--so, of course he learned to look on the bright sides of it. He’s extremely thin, tending not to eat very much at all when he isn’t on a schedule, such as on summer-breaks or weekends. His ribs show easily, though not too much as to cause a stir. He does eat, after all--quite a bit, actually--he simple doesn’t seem to gain a thing, which pisses him off quite a bit. His jaw is sharp, chin slightly rounded at the tip with a small scar. His nose is a bit tall, but not wide, freckles reaching across it to either cheek. His eyes are oval-shaped and bright, lashes not extremely long or noticeably short, a bit dark. His irises are a gray-green, speckled with blue, gold around the pupils. He wears glasses as he is near-sighted, and he’s a bit sensitive to the light, constantly scrunching his eyes when in a bright room or outside. His eyebrows are a bit thinned and dark auburn in color. His ears are very sensitive to headphones or earphones, tending to hurt very easily. The right one has a scar inside of unknown origins. Neither are pierced. His neck is a bit thin, shoulders small. His back is curved, feminine, and his hips are extremely bony, sharp. His elbows bruise easily, wrists are thin, and his hands are small, fingers a bit long. His nails on his left hand tend to be longer than his right, as he bites more on his right nails than left. His legs are only slightly shaped, feminine, and his ankles are sharp, feet small and toenails short. Adrian’s clothing tends to vary, either tending to be extremely feminine, flamboyant, and colorful (he does love rainbows..) or rather masculine and dark, especially loving the European or Japanese styles. He loves boots, ribbons, scarves, and socks. He seldom wears dresses, and when he does, he wears jeans under.

Personality: Adrian isn’t the sweetest thing around, though he likes to seem that way to certain people. He continuously picks out faults with people, though doesn’t bring them to speech much unless he has the reason to, doesn’t like them, or simply holds no special liking to them. He insults a lot of people, and intelligence is his main issue with most of them. He doesn’t like idiots too much. And by idiots, he means, more over, those that don’t even try to understand, rather than simply don’t. He loves to correct another, but he won’t hesitate to pick fun for the mistake, no matter how small or how little. He especially loves to correct grammar or spelling, as the English language is one of his most favorite things in the world. Or, rather, the act of writing and structure, not the language itself. After all, all languages hold a structure, no matter how crude, or how horribly one can break it. He physically and mentally winces at each mistake he catches, especially the misuse of adverbs, though he himself misuses them at times. He realizes he makes mistakes, of course, and he tries to correct them, but, at times, yes, he simply doesn’t care enough to, though he will most likely rouse himself enough to correct another. Depending on whom he speaks to, however, his corrections can either be smooth and sweet, or biting and sharp. He isn’t afraid of causing another to dislike him. He finds enemies amusing, after all. Surprisingly, however, he has never gotten into any physical brawls. In a way, he finds this disappointing, as he loves to prove himself to others, especially prove that he’s better than another.

He loves to create a sense of superiority in many ways, though the arts and intelligence especially, particularly in writing. He has a tendency to think very lowly of himself and being better than others boosts his own self-esteem greatly. That is, of course, until he loses to another, or is proven wrong at some time. Although it hurts at first, he tends to either forget about it after a short while, or simply put off feeling badly. This ‘putting-off’ method of his often builds his emotions so drastically that he ends up having a breakdown at the worst possible time. After sobbing like a girl and refusing to speak for an hour or so, he pretends as if nothing had happened, because he hates feeling weak, though he hates and loves the questions. Though the questions show others care, he also doesn’t want anyone to worry about him. When others worry, he feels more like a burden than anything. However, he always likes to see who will press him until he spills which, due to his stubbornness, usually isn’t for a while, a few days of intermittent nagging would do it. At times, he’ll even promise to tell another, then simply wait until they’ve forgotten, though he knows he himself will always remember.

Though he can be rather depressing and sadistic, biting and annoying, Adrian tends to have a lot of friends and gain more pretty easily. He loves to bounce around and introduce himself to others on a more comfortable place, though on an uncomfortable one, he tends to be rather shy, and prefers to have others approach him first. He judges comfort by how many he knows in each location. If he knows no one, due to being new or anything, he will generally wait in the corner or against the wall and watch as everyone interacts, wait for someone to speak to him, or build up enough confidence to join in a conversation or introduce himself. In a place he is more comfortable with, he will know another fairly well, and hang around them for the most part until he knows others as well. If with someone he’s very close to, or a group of friends, he will bound up to anyone and speak excitedly about anything. He loves to make friends when he’s with friends more than making them whilst alone. However, when he’s hyper, he’ll bound up to anyone at any time without much thought, compliment them on clothing and hair, if he likes them enough, ask their names... anything, really. He loves the thought of being outgoing, since he loves to make others smile and become his friends, but he can be shy at times, which he does not like much at all.[/font]

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Father: Allen Yournet -- 48
Mother: Debra Jones -- 50
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History: Adrian-William Yournet was born in Seattle, Washington under the name “Rebecca”. Why, you say, that implies he was female! Well, he was, in the most physical sense of the word. He didn’t show any flashing signs when he was little. His hair was bright blond, down to his waist, and he wore as he was meant to wear--cute little pink dresses, carrying a Winnie the Poo bear around with him wherever he went. His family was very loud, but also rather religious. His mother and father were very well-liked in their baptist church, always volunteering--his mother especially. She needed a distraction other than the noise of her children when her husband was out to sea. He was part of the United States’ navy, see--in charge of something mechanical. Amanda and Michael (called “Addison”, his middle name, rather than his first) were both part of a public school. Sarah was too young, but she entertained herself by trying to help her mother with Adrian when she could. At one point, she went a little far, however, and tried to drag him up the stairs by his arm--she popped it right out of the joint, and Adrian had to get it set again by the navy-base (on which they lived) doctor. Whatever his name was. Ever since, his left arm has always been a bit weaker than the right, unable to grip just as hard, and it’s noticeable to those caring to pay any attention. Just before Sarah entered public schooling, the parents had the great idea that God was telling them to withdraw the children from school and school them themselves. Amanda didn’t mind it--she would often get into trouble for stupid little things (being too quiet, reading too much, not participating, not playing with others) and she found her home to be a better option. Addison didn’t share her views. He whined about missing his friends, but, as most of them lived around him, he calmed a bit and accepted the change. Sarah was too young to care--Adrian was too young to even know what was going on.

When Adrian was three years old, nearly four, his father retired from the navy and the family moved down to Texas, a drive that took four days with four children, two of which bickered most of the way and one of which who cried for attention or food or sleep or anything really, and two cats. It wasn’t a good idea, and Debra and Allen swore to never again venture so close to suicide. The house in which they lived was logged. From the winding road, the ground dipped, and so steps were placed until they reaching the wooded door. Inside, there were only three bedrooms, so, naturally, the parents shared one, then the girls (including, at the time, Adrian) as well, whilst Addison got his own. The house was settled in a vast wood in which the children loved to venture, run bare-footed on the grass and play out Disney movies as best they could. During their stay in that house they lost two pets and acquired one. Princess and Blackie, the two of which they traveled with from Washington, died separately--first Princess, then Blackie. After which they acquired another cat, right after Princess died--a tabby stray that Amanda named “Shinga Lana” or “Little Lion”. Lana was a ruthless thing and extremely hyper, but she and Blackie eventually got along before the male died. Lana ran away soon after. The family didn’t go to church--the closest baptist church was nearly forty minutes away, and so they simply read from the bible at home, though the children preferred going to their grandparents house, which was barely five minutes away, most likely less. Before long, the family moved again, to Denton--a town in the Dallas/Fort Worth area-- and into a little house beside Adrian’s Uncle Rodger and his family--Aunt Windy, Grace, and Delsie. They were a very religious and very, very, sheltered.

Life in that two bedroom house was crowded, but okay. All four children shared the largest room, a room that Adrian grew to doubt was meant, even, to be a bedroom in the first place. Growing up with three older siblings, close in age and always together, Adrian was immediately a sort of outcast. When he wasn’t trying to play with them, he went over to his cousins’ house to play--dress up and barbies and the like, though he vastly preferred simply jumping on the trampoline, making up stories and roles to play, running around and getting dirty. But Grace was a proper sort--refined to books and tea parties and dress up, rather than story-making and dirty. So, though Adrian didn’t, per say, enjoy it, he settled down and played her sorts of games. With Delsie, it was different. She was young and rather boundless, and, though Adrian liked her a bit more, Grace was in his age-group, just a year older than himself, so he tended to stay with her rather than go play what he wanted to with her little sister. The family saw the arrival of three strays in their stay--all cats, of course. Of course, the two older girls got their own, but Adrian received the long-haired male, which he affectionately called “Fred”. There were a few disputes about his name between he and Grace, who claimed that such a pretty cat should have a prettier name. Adrian’s father suggested “Fredrick,” which would be shortened to “Fred” for a nickname. Grace did not appreciate the humor. Adrian found it rather amusing. Grace Temple Baptist Church wasn’t far from the house, and the family was quick to join in. The pastor there was a middle-aged man, rather friendly and well-liked, and Adrian’s parents felt right at home with the community there. Though shy at first, Adrian quickly made friends with an extremely abrasive and boyish girl by the name of Courtney, and another sporty girl named Jenny. The two, though vastly different, were friends with each other long before Adrian even arrived, and the three stuck together for a long, long while.

Somewhere in time, on a February date, Joshua was born. The crowded house turned much more crowded than ever before and Adrian had little care for the bundle of slobber that was his little brother. Sarah loved to take care of him, and the rest were also ecstatic about having a baby in the house. Why? He had no idea. It was annoying, loud, stingy, stinky, and rather ugly as well. Soon enough, Adrian moved on from the annoyance and focused on other things, on his friends at church, and newly-discovered males. Adrian got his first crush on a boy in fifth grade, on a little retreat to a ranch a few hours from the church, out in the middle of no where, surrounded by trees and two lakes. The boy’s name was Hogan Sullivan, and he wasn’t exactly the best catch. He was gaunt and crude, and really, really pale, but, to Adrian, he was kind of cute, in a dorky sort of way. It didn’t escalate into anything more than a crush, though. Adrian hadn’t the heart to even try and be his friend, preferring to be quiet, as he often was, watching and seldom doing. He was the one who went out to sit on the little peninsula and try and draw the shifting water on notebook paper. Courtney and Jenny found the crush extremely entertaining, and loved to see his blush when they teased him about it, something he did not appreciate in the slightest. After the trip, Adrian saw the boy only twice, and his crush faded to null. Callie, the stray Sarah received in the last house, died giving birth to five kittens, two of which died quickly afterwards, while the other three had to go to a nursery so they would have a chance of surviving. Adrian and his family moved soon after--not very far, just to a new house in the country, ten or so minutes from the church, less from Denton. His father worked just a few paces away--the office was on the same road--and Allen’s parents lived right next to them. Though the parents weren’t as nice as Debra’s parents, they certainly were amusing. They were more ones to make sex jokes than to give the grandchildren candy and useless complements. Sarah got a dog from some friends named Brandy--a rather stupid thing, but adorable, and Sarah loved her more than anything in the world. Fred turned into an outdoor cat, due to freaking out at the scene change and peeing on the furniture more than once. Adrian stopped relying so heavily on Sarah to take care of him, and started, rather, to become a loner in the family.

He discovered his fascination with writing through a repressed longing to be like Amanda. The girl, now in her teens, was very artistic--she drew extremely well and wrote just as good, if not better. What she lacked in social skills, she made up for in artistic talent. Adrian started in on chat boards and fanfictions for random things--usually Harry Potter or Yuugioh-- and he tried to imitate such styles he enjoyed. He had a talent, even if it desperately needed to be nurtured. Amanda wanted nothing to do with him, however, and refused to read his things or look at his art work. The latter she only complied whilst playing a game with him--the Drawing Game. They would sit down and listen to a single piece of music, then draw what they thought of when hearing it. To Adrian, the game was rather fun, and he enjoyed, especially, spending time with his eldest sister. To Amanda, the game was a bit mundane, and she only played to make Adrian stop whining. Sarah joined in occasionally, but she preferred singing to drawing, or taking care of Joshua, which Adrian could never see the joy in doing. Addison preferred his video games or outdoor activities. Due to being ignored so much, or being snapped at otherwise, Adrian began to prefer being by himself instead. He turned to the world-wide-web, desperate for some sort of affection. During the same while, he began to discover himself in a different fashion. He questioned his personality, and, more importantly, he questioned his body. It started just to feel.. weird. Adrian had never been very attentive, so the chances of him realizing something was wrong beforehand were slim. His family joined a home-schooling program in which Adrian furthered his discomfort. He started to wear baggy clothing--extremely boyish in nature--though his parents paid it no mind. He started, then, to refuse to take showers. It felt too weird, and he couldn’t shake it. He made friends in the program, though--an androgynous girl by the nickname of K-Chan, two horse fanatics, one named Michaela and the other Yvonne, and two sisters, named Nikki and Bridget, both Catholic but fully obsessed with Lord of the Rings, fairies, and elves. The group wasn’t a group. Michaela and the sisters got into more fights than the poor boy could count, but, as far as he was concerned, his friendships with any of them never really differed. As time wore on, however, Adrian found he got along with K-chan more than the others, if only because she didn’t seem to have much drama with them.

A few years past, and Adrian started to notice something off with his family. He was extremely slow with picking anything up, all too focused on his friends or his online life, or ignoring his own body, to really pay them any attention. It was when he slipped into his mothers room to ask a question, only to be pulled into a tight hug and cried on, that he knew something was wrong. He asked his siblings and, after a bit, was told. His dad was cheating. He hadn’t even thought anything about it, about the woman at the office or the late nights. He hadn’t thought about the lack of ‘I love you’ when he went to work, the lack of his mother’s own words, or her smiles. Adrian didn’t say anything to his parents about it, but it troubled him greatly. He started to think--if they were to divorce, who would he go with? Would he want to be with his father or mother? He reasoned that he got along most with his father, sure.. but his mother would need some comfort. He couldn’t leave her alone like that. The woman at the office was very tall and pretty. She had a tongue ring, even--a modern woman... with two children. Two highly annoying children. The house was stiff... Addison started using drugs, started cutting--a branch of depression. Amanda hardly spoke. Sarah took care of Joshua. Adrian... Adrian tried not to pay attention. His father’s little mistress asked him something once--asked him if he would prefer his parents to break apart. No, he didn’t want them to divorce, but he did want his mother to stop being so sad... and that’s what he told her. She didn’t seem too happy about it, but at least she did do some good in his life. She heard him complaining about wanting to go to public school once--and convinced his dad to talk it over with his mom. It took a few months of marriage counseling for his parents’ relationship to come together again. The woman was no where to be seen--fired from her position in a family business--and Adrian started public schooling--seventh grade.

School was a wondrous thing. It seemed Adrian had a habit of making friends with complete opposites, causing his friends to hate each other and have to have arguments though him. He didn’t appreciate it, but he thought, in the long run, that it was actually rather amusing. He was immediately rather well-known throughout the school, partially because his cousin, Melanie, was popular there. “Yournet” was not a very common name... His teachers liked him well enough. He did his homework and participated in class when he had to. He loved English the most, and he generally read more than he was supposed to, favoring the Harry Potter books, of course, but also The Hobbit, and a little book called Picture Perfect. He was well-liked, especially, by his band director. It seemed that Adrian had a knack for picking up instruments. He started Clarinet and, within six months, if even that, he was first chair and leader of his section. His director loved him being in class, since Adrian had a tendency to snap at everyone to shut up, or to know exactly what he was talking about enough to give advice to nearly anyone else. Such as it was in choir--only, in choir, the teacher was a bit of a half-wit. She was extremely sweet, don’t get him wrong... She simply didn’t know what she was doing. Given that no (physical) males joined, it was an all-girl choir, and she simply refused to believe that girls could have different vocal ranges. In her world, no such thing existed as a Soprano unable to sing Alto, or vice-versa. She had no clue how to pronounce the Latin in her music, a language that Adrian had taken for a year and a half in his homeschool organization. He helped her out as best he could--gave pointers to the sections and sang along with them--but, given as he had no experience in a better choir, he really had no clue how to make them good, just how to improve, little by little. The main problem was that none of them took it seriously, and since none of them took it seriously, it sounded bad--and since it sounded bad, no one, especially any male, wanted to join. At the end of his seventh grade, his dad lost his job--the economy, you realize. Within months of his eighth grade year, they moved to Tennessee, to Memphis, more specifically. The change was vast--Adrian went from a very, very small school, to a rather large one. He wasn’t allowed to take more than one fine art in middle school. He had to choose--band or choir. He chose choir--he didn’t have an instrument anymore, as he had been borrowing one from his old school before the move. The director there was rather childish, and his song choices were just as much--but the choir was better than the last, at the very least.

He made a few lasting friends in his eighth grade--”Fred”, Mary, Julie, Matt Sloan... The rest of them, he didn’t really care about. He met as well, though, a girl of whom he liked to refer to as a whale. She wasn’t extremely large, mind, but given that her attitude was as bad as it was, even when he first tired to be nice to her, he found that insults, even on mediocre and predictable things, were better than nothing. He nearly made her cry during a lunch period, earning the respect, no matter if he wanted it or not, of his fellow classmates. He joined a writing club hosted by his English teacher, as well as the other English teacher. See, there were two teams of each grade--Adrian was in A-team for eighth grade, though the teacher from B-team loved him just as much. She was a snarky thing, rather sarcastic and didn’t like to take shit from people. His own teacher was a bit quiet, but well-read and extremely kind, if she liked you and if she didn’t. Adrian was her eyes and her ears in the classroom. When the class bursted into giggles, she would ask him why, and he would say that the boy next to the girl with red hair (he had no aptitude for names) said the F word quite clearly. The boy would then get into trouble, no one knowing what sort of spy he really was. He kept to himself. During his time in the writing club, however (to get back onto subject), his writing increased drastically. He would often bring his poetry to show each English teacher and fester in the complements he received, grinning from ear to ear. They didn’t mind how dark it was. They also pressed short-stories and description, though Adrian had not been one to like them before. He won third prize in a competition for describing a green eraser. Adrian was liked by most of his teachers--one, however, didn’t seem to enjoy his company. He was the only one to wear mixed socks, and, after a meeting said that the socks had to match, he came the next morning with matching socks. The teacher, his science teacher, put him in I.S.S. They never said that the socks had to match the uniform. He spent his time crying so much that the principal placed him to sit in the English class so that he would feel better.

High School was an interesting thing. He was accepted into an advanced program--all of his classes were to be honors classes. He could only take one fine-art, which made him frown, but he liked the thought of the program anyway. For the first time in a long time, his parents seemed honest-to-God proud of him, and it made him feel as if he were on top of the world. He still had issues, however. He refused, for instance, to go to the restroom at school. He didn’t need a damn door telling him what gender he should be, what gender he was. By this time, of course, he’d figured why exactly he felt so off. He took showers regularly then, yes, but it still made him feel terrible, doing nothing to make him ease. He never eased. In his ninth grade, he met a good friend, Lynsee, who seemed to have more drama in his life than his entire family put together. Freddin went to another school, as did Julie, and he hardly ever saw Mary, who hadn’t tried to enter the program. He took German with a bunch of idiots, but his choir. God, his choir was.. epic, really. His teacher was very serious about his work, but was a fun guy. Adrian still to this day is convinced he’s secretly gay with one of the theatre teachers, even if he was a Mormon with, at the time, four kids. He never did much in the class, but he was known, if only for his clothing and sarcasm. He had vastly altered his personality since his childhood--coming out to the center instead of the walls, though he still got very uneasy in tense situations, or merely crowded ones. On one of his numerous choir trips, as well, he met a girl named Diane. From what he first saw, she seemed a very nice girl--a bit shy--... and she was reading gay porn. Gay.. porn... in a school bus... He immediately decided that she was his friend, even if he seldom even saw her, or really knew her name. Anyone who read gay porn in a school bus had to be his friend--it was a law... that he just then made into being.

His relationship with her really broadened during tenth grade. He spoke to her more--got to know that, yes, she had a life beyond gay anime porn and choir. She had production, a suicidal endeavor, if he ever did see one. That didn’t stop him from trying out for the plays, though. He never did get in. The spots were mostly for those in the production class, or at least the theatre classes. No, but he did work backstage for one of the musicals, in a very high position. He turned the stage. He had to be at his post all the time, never get distracted, and never mix the switches up. He had to be perfect. It scared him at first, but he seldom got yelled at. He tried hard to make everything perfect, and to get enough sleep not to fail. His sister, you see, was getting married. Sarah had found quite a catch, though Adrian hated the family he was from. He himself was okay. Point being--he lived four hours away, and the family still had most of their family in Texas. Trips were made back and forth, and the yelling and stress caused Adrian to get sick quite a lot. He missed a total of 21 days of school. His English teacher refused to accept his work. One of his favorite classes, however, was his A.P. European History class. The teacher taught like a professor and he was excellent. He got them interested, and, though Adrian hardly studied, he generally made alright on the tests, seldom actually failing, though seldom making above a 90 either. He scraped by the year in the end with all A’s and B’s. He told his parents of his gender issue during the summer. Internets were blocked--words were said, but, seeing the boy’s depression, they cut a deal. If he could raise some money and help pay for it, they would get him the surgery. Too, a second part of the deal... he had to go to a homosexual-reformation school. La Campana seemed to be, lest to Adrian, more of a jail than anything. A very fancy jail with high-technology gizmos and pretty people and.. it was a boarding school. Colleges seemed to love boarding schools. He agreed.

Roleplaying Sample: First period was always rather predictable. The teacher would talk about historical things that only half the students even paid mind to, thought of when they went home. No one cared. Lest, few did. Adrian did, if only because he needed to pass this course to graduate next year. The teacher, however, was not making that the easiest thing. He would go on long rants and randomly cuss out the stupidity of America’s forefathers, before continuing on. And he would always wonder why he seemed to run out of time. Then, if he didn’t get distracted by his own self, the students would distract him, asking stupid questions and such, getting into fights with Beth. It was always Beth. No one really liked her, after all. She was ill-tempered, spoiled, snotty, ugly, and annoying. She wasn’t the brightest thing in the world, either. Adrian had had a bone to pick with her since he met the girl. He’d tried being nice. He really had! But she would have nothing of it. Perhaps she thought him to be mocking? He wasn’t sure. But he had tried, at least. Sure, he’d given up rather easily, but he’d found other friends, and he soon gave up on her case. You see, Adrian had a sense of pity. He saw very clearly when he arrived to his new middle school, in October of all months, that she didn’t have friends--lest, not any that he saw. People either made fun of her constantly, made fun of her a few times, or simply avoided her--then, the ones who just didn’t know her simply did not know her, and it was a good thing. Adrian, however, knew her very quickly. She insisted upon sitting beside him at the lunch table and, due to stupid rules that he had to stay with his class, he was unable to really move. So, he just insulted her. He had hated his lunch period... it was filled with idiots, none of whom he got along with, really, and the only reason they seemed to like him was because he was quick with his teasing, insulting--’checking’, as it seemed to be known as in Memphis.

Adrian sighed softly, leaning on his elbow as he tapped his mechanical pencil against his pad of notebook paper. His legs were under his bottom, tilted to the right, feet between the bars in his single-chaired desk. The girl to his right was complaining about the shelves again.. See, Adrian and she both sat under two shelves... well, more like six. Two were bolted into something that was bolted into the wall, however, while the others sat upon thick workbooks that didn’t seem to have been used for quite some time. It made Adrian as wary as it made her--he was simply quieter about it, and tended to sit up in his seat, never against the back, just in the case that it did fall... He didn’t, after all, wish for his neck to be snapped, thank you very much. Adrian yawned. He should have gone to bed earlier last night. Sure, eleven was early to others (frigging “DNA”...), but he generally went to bed around ten. He was tired constantly even if he went to bed at seven... tch.... Stupid body. He mumbled to himself. He wanted the bell to ring already. He had Art next. Sure, he hadn’t written his essay to give, but he didn’t care. It was an essay... for art... Who the hell had essays in art? It was just stupid... In college, he could understand it. Maybe even in the higher levels of art, in which people expected so much. But he was in Art I, and his class was filled with idiots... sure, he was one of the only ones who turned some in, but he could assure himself, and others, that the papers that were turned in were horrible... because those people were dull-minded, at best. Honestly, who couldn’t understand warm and cool colors? They couldn’t, apparently. It made him sad a little inside, but he digressed. The point was that this class was boring--History, meaning. It was boring, a bit too easy in some aspects, too difficult in others, and the people were idiots.

It was actually upon that thought, or a little after, that this boy--football kid, muscled with a round face, Black kid, too--raised his hand. He was called upon, of course (Adrian didn’t pay attention to his name...), and continued on with his question: “Is cotton where cotton-candy comes from?” Adrian stared--so did the rest of the class, before a few people started laughing. Adrian just twitched and sneered a little. “No, you idiot. Cotton makes clothes and crap. Jesus Christ I hope you don’t reproduce...” The girl beside him giggled even more than she was. The teacher was laughing, too. The guy who asked seemed in between looking around at everyone and laughing himself. Now, Adrian didn’t know if it was a joke or not, but his pessimism about America’s intelligence tilted him to believe that, no... the kid was not joking. Ugh, stupid people..! Adrian wondered--if he took a book and slammed it against someone’s head, namely that stupid football player, would anyone mind? He hoped not, because he was certainly tempted. He glanced over to the window, watched the leaves rustle a bit. The students had calmed down by now, back on the subject. According to the video playing, the president Andrew Jackson was nicknamed “Jackass”, which was where the democrats got their donkey symbol from. Adrian wasn’t surprised--though, he did want to know where the Republicans got their elephant... Huh.... He let his mind wander. Who would call some guy an elephant? “Jackass” was different. It was clever, a play on his name. As far as he could remember (which wasn’t far), there had never been a president with a name that made others think of an elephant.. unless he was just really fat....

The bell rang.