Freshman Center

This is the kinda place where the dead go to die. A plethora of the kids do whatever drugs and "vanilla but call it kinky" sex for no God damn reason. Everyone is trying to be each other till' you can't tell the white girls apart besides what overpriced brand they wear. Ngl this was the place that made me consider suicide and I see why now. Like why the fuck did we all drink stale ass Gatorade and stand around in the main hall, let us get to our damn classes. And the teachers watch you like a hawk, like God forbid I have a depressive day that y'all caused in the first place. The lunch is mostly sugar and food coloring if you didn't spend half the time picking out what you ate. I also think the art teacher hated my guts too, mostly since I draw cartoons and not strictly portrait faces. At least my trans ass got a hot boyfriend from that all, I'd rather rot than go back for another year.

"This place is dusty and shit and the kids won't stop screaming, what's this school again?"

"It's the Blue Springs Freshman Center"
"Well that explains it"