breakmychest

If I trip over another bough of holly, someone's bloody hall is going to get decked.

[Spike is not overflowing with Christmas spirit.]

[Spike sits in front of the camera, scowling. He's wearing a black t-shirt with safety pins stuck into it and various silver rings, plus a silver chain around his neck. His hair is bleached as usual.]

This is bollocks, you know. The whole school deal. They're just trying to grind out little mindless automatons that'll be good little cogs in the machine of society. They don't care about us learning. Just grinding out our little quirks and independent thoughts until we fit in.

Bugger that. I may go to classes and play their little games, but I don't give a crap about society, and I'm plenty happy not fitting in.

Might do this place good to have a broken cog. Shake things up a bit.

[He lights a cigarette and leans back, putting his feet on the table.]

Not that they'd ever appreciate it. Too busy being scandalized by anything different.

Stupid, mindless gits.


[ooc: William "Spike" Pratt is a senior at Westerberg High. He's sort of a rebel/troublemaker type if you couldn't tell. Feel free to mock him!]