Bad Kids Go to Hell Page #4

I did not steal her inhaler.

Maybe Tarek is

telling the truth!

The lights, the bell, the draft,

all of those f***ing roaches.

Something is in here... with us.

It's him. It's Rainwater.

He's here.

Or, it's just the storm

messing with

A wind draft!

I've got to get out of here. I

gotta get out of here right now.

You're not going anywhere!

Can't you just get rid of it?!

It's not like your last

pregnancy, okay?

That was me, you a**holes!

Up here! Look what I found!

Wow! It's a convincing, logical

end to this argument!

This is the sound ghosts make

to scare douchebags!

oooooooh, douchebaaags, oooaaa,

Judas Priest.

Air flows from the outside

vent right into this room,

which means there might

be a way out.

It's a maze up there, but I

think this duct may empty

out into the vent right above

the parking lot.

So we go get my cable wire, tie

it around someone's waist,

and follow our way back

to the vents.

Meaning your waist.

Who elected him leader?

You did.

Injured.

Hamas.

Scared and worthless, and that's

before any of this happened.

And, it's a toss up. Either

"can't fit" or "too f***in' stupid."

Your choice.

- B*tch!

- Shut up, Craig. She's right!

I never said I was going

back in there.

Look, you may or may

not be sane.

And maybe you're not related to

any famous Generals,

but if any of D-Day's poking and

prodding has helped

release a new and improved Matt

Clark, I need him.

You've been up there once,

you can do it again.

If you don't go, who knows how

long we'd be stuck here.

Trust me, Matt.

Ugh. I've got to get myself

to the hospital.

I would take you,

but I have deliveries.

Deliveries?

Yeah. Maintenance and

deliveries. That's my job.

No, no, no, Max.

You need to stay here and keep

an eye on the kids.

Max! Dr. Day! Max!

Max! Up here!

I'll be quick.

I'll hold the fort.

Up here! Maaaax!

Ahhhhhhh.

Oh sh*t!

Someone got a nasty

progress report.

That's not what you think.

Really? Because I think it's your

transcripts from a local hoosegow.

f we could call the cops would

your parole officer tell

us why your record's

been sealed?

It was sealed because

I was a minor.

And it was a juvenile detention

facility. Not jail.

And I did my time. Okay? So if

you guys are

waiting for some big

reveal, forget it!

In juvee, were you raped?

Like a lot?

I told you. He's a f***ing liar

and anything but a good person!

Shut up terrorist!

Placed under the same scrutiny

of the law that I was

You'd be stoned to death.

You crackhead. You'd get the

needle.

You'd die alone in your cell.

And you? You would be hanged.

Oh, and I'd enjoy it!

Excuse me. Do you have any Katy

Perry or Britney Spears?

Oh, let me check.

Oh, no sorry I don't!

Who doesn't have any Katy Perry

or Britney Spears?

Jesus. Everybody wants something

from someone at this school.

I don't want anything from you.

Really? Why not?

Because I don't think

anything will help.

Ay ay ay, I hate this mascot

sh*t.

Move!

Damn! Tricia?!

What?

When I said I wanted a

b*tch with me on stage,

I meant my b*tch.

Not the b*tch.

What can I say Craig?

CrestView demands a strong

Indian Princess. And that's me.

It's not like your mother had

anything to do with the voting.

Ugh. If voting actually worked,

Crestview would make it illegal.

This entire school is about you.

Every year. Every day.

Let me have my day.

I'm just saying.

You really don't get it do you?

See, I thought my mother

and her associates made it

perfectly clear to you.

Everyone has scars. I know how

you got yours.

What if everyone else did?

How does it feel knowing your

entire life has been bought?

I don't know, Craig. Why don't

you ask your daddy.

My mother bought him a

long time ago.

So, I'd be very careful what

you say and who you say it to.

Poor old Governor Wilkes.

Always propping up that hole

in her billfold!

Apaches, let's show some school

spirit for Headmaster Nash!

Boo!

Thank you! Now it is time

Now it is time to play a song

for the guy who

said he doesn't want anything

from me.

Students! Take a good

look at Miss Harmon.

Don't end up like her!

Max!

Tricia! Tricia! Tricia! Tricia!

One guess who put the bowl of

punch above the stage.

One guess.

Craig?

What?

Well, you don't actually.

You actually believe him?

He's a jailrat!

He's a piece of sh*t!

He's a broke little b*tch.

He's undercrust! He's

A guy with proof.

Is that your dick?

That's my zipper.

Okay. Good. 'Cause for a

second I thought.

And our next feature

presentation?

Aww, you two. Deception meets

bitterness in the haunted library.

Bastard! Why the f*** would you

do that to me Craig?

Why the f*** did you do

that to me? Answer me!

Okay. Hey!

You think you hate me because

I'm rich, popular, and banging a

different b*tch every weekend.

But that's not why you hate me.

I think that's why I hate you.

No. You hate me because

I have options.

Any virtue you might have,

is because your options

are limited. Maybe you're not

such a gangster after all.

Maybe because you can't afford

it!

Well, that's actually kind of

insightful a**hole!

Exactly. Two pretentious

a**holes Shut up!

Both of you are just as

pretentious as we are.

Your ordinary little friends would slit

your throats for hanging out with us.

And you'd slit your own

throats before letting anyone

know how ordinary

you really are.

F*** you!

Why? Because he's wrong?

Or because he's right?

Not you.

Not this broke mother f***er.

Or some coke head queen who gets

a Kool-Aid cum stain

on their dress is worth

me getting upset.

I'm getting out of here.

That's my focus.

And none of you are worth

the distraction.

I don't think our ghost

cares about your personal

goals and failures, hotshot.

Good. Because he's a

shitty lay.

Whatever.

And one seriously dumb n*gger.

That was so not Twilight.

B*tch! I will f*** you up!

Whoa! Stop it! Stop it!

That's enough!

Get your hands off.

Stop it! Back off you two! God!

You are both just you

And there's no turning back! Do

you really believe your

parents' money can buy you out of who

you are and the sh*t that you do?

Check it out:
A second class

criminal lecturing me on morality.

I've been smelling your bullshit

since we walked in here.

I saw the detention list this

morning. Your name wasn't on it.

Why are you in here? With us?

C'mon, you can tell me

Juvee, Jailbird, Gangsta, What

did they lock you up for?

You know, the next time a

guidance counselor

tells you to "just be yourself"

Don't.

Wai, wai, wai, wai, wait!

Where is Tarek?

Sneaky little mother f***er!

Well, he is Arab. Or Armenian?

Or something with curly pubes.

Yeah, f*** it!

That little guy was

scared shitless.

But he still went for it. It's

not like he saw a floor plan.

Tarek's dad built this place!

Pull up that article about

Rainwater's house.

On behalf of the city, McDurst

& DeLaney filed suit

to acquire said residence

from the deceased.

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