Corey Richards Grade 12

     I wander the halls of the prison that they call high school, feeling empty and alone. Just another day where no one notices my presence, nobody notices the fountain of tears streaming down my face. Reflecting back on those tough times of grade nine, times of getting pushed around, not making the basketball team or having anyone to share my problems with. The 'freshmen' phase really hit me hard back in the day. But not now. Now I am a hero, the coolest of the cool, the cream of the crop. It is grade 12 and almost time for me to embark on my lifelong dream of running with the bulls in the streets of Spain, taming tigers in the wild forests of Asia, and poaching endangered rhinoceros in the scorching desserts of the African Safari. But for now I'm just a rebellious, testosterone raging, grade 12 student, picking fights with smaller kids to make me feel tough, and standing up against 'know it all' teachers like Mr. Van Camp. Also, I have 152 friends on facebook so I'm obviously a cool stud. That is all.