<strong>What is the name of the rich kid everyone pretends to be friends with?</strong><br/>Chester Black. An only child -- of<em>course </em>-- and richer than the Queen of Sheba. I don't even know what kind of a job his father does, except that he's out of town a lot. "Business", I guess. Anyway, Chester is spoiled rotten and has been since he was born. On his tenth birthday they had a circus, like a for real full circus with a giant tent and everything, out on their front lawn. Everybody who was even close to his age was invited, even though most of us had either never met him or never bothered talking to him. Every year since then it's been a different gigantic party, but the guest list has been cut down to kids who actually bother to pretend to like him. Which is everyone now, because last year that meant a free private Harry Beats Sally concert. Sweet.<br/><br/><strong>Who's the kid that sits next to you in homeroom and what do they get away with that no one else does?</strong><br/>You mean Benjamin Wilson, right? The<em>black</em>kid? It's okay -- Port Angeles isn't known as the whitest little town in Washington for nothing. 0.8% African American in the last census. You go, Port Angeles! You'll crack that 1% barrier in no time! Anyway. I don't know if it's like 'we don't want to discriminate' or what, but I've seen that guy just get up in the middle of class and walk out, and nobody says a thing. Just picks up his stuff and goes, and the teacher doesn't even look up. Not just once either, it's like every week. Everybody else sees this, right?<br/><br/><strong>What did the kid who sits in front of you in homeroom do to humiliate you?</strong><br/>Oh, you mean Nancy Simmons. Okay,<em>arguably</em>I just might have been the one to get the 'Fancy Nancy' thing started, but that was like four years ago! Not my fault it stuck. And I didn't know she was the kind of person to carry a grudge for that long. Have to kind of admire her for that, at least. Anyway. So from time to time, when the spirit moves me, I write these silly little poems. They're not even poems, it's just doggerel. Not for public consumption, right? Mostly off in the woods. So Fancy Nancy gets a hold of one of these somehow, and instead of just throwing it away like a decent person or giggling over it at some goddamn little immature slumber party or something she decides she's going to go sign my name to it, run off a bunch of copies, and leave them lying all around the school. Yes, you probably saw it. Yes, the mighty oak tree represents a penis.<br/><br/><strong>What's the story about how the kid behind you broke their arm? Why are they lying about it?</strong><br/>Well, the story is that this guy, his name is Braylon isn'tthatjustsoprecious? Winters, was skateboarding out at Oakton Mall -- you know, the one that's all but closed down, with like four stores left on life support? Story is he was doing a trick down the broken escalator and took a spill. Only it was the middle of the night, because he wanted to practice without anyone watching him fuck up, and so there were no eyewitnesses. So it's basically just shit he made up. I guess I'd make up shit too, if I'd gotten my ass kicked by a twelve year old girl. At least she looked like she was around twelve, what with the pigtails and the little pink and white dress with the ruffles. Just between you, me and the wall, I don't think she's exactly normal.<br/><br/><br/><br/>And how about if we each throw a question at Nikki? Here's mine:<br/><br/><strong>Who was voted 'Most Likely To Succeed' in last year's Junior class, and what have you learned that makes that very unlikely?</strong><br/>