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College Is Crazy ~ Marilyn Manson

"Halfway through your first year of college and already you've gotten in a fight with almost every single student in this establishment. What do you have to say for yourself?" the principal bitched yet again.

"No. I've gotten into fights with all the bully assholes in this place, or do the bullied people not count as part of this college just because they're different? Hm?" you replied roughly, refraining from eye contact.

The principal remained silent for a few moments, "Don't get into any more feuds. I don't need problems in my university," he finally said and pulled out a paper. "I'm afraid you're going to have to be temporarily suspended for this. Three days."

You grabbed the paper, got up abruptly, and stomped angrily towards the door, "All you people ever give a fuck about is your Goddamn reputation and avoiding problems. You never think about others that are hurting." With that, you slammed the door and left.

"What happened?" asked Marilyn.

Marilyn Manson was a new student, but today, his second day at the college, he had been bullied by some of the senior students and you stood up for him like you tended to do with all the bullied students, thus, your being sent to the principal's office once more.

"Eh, nothing."

He looked down to the paper in you're hand, "you got suspended?! Shit! I'm sorry..."

"Hey, I said it's nothing, don't worry 'bout it. It's only three days."

"You didn't have to, you know?"

"I know."

"Thank you..."

"Don't mention it." you smiled and were just about to walk away.

"Hey, wait! I never got your name. I'm Marilyn."

"Nice to meetcha, Marilyn, I'm Tabatha. Love your name by the way. "

He smiled shyly, "I guess I'll see ya around then."

"Yep! See ya."

~ time lapse - three days later ~

"Back to the bitch-house," you thought to yourself as you entered your beloved college. "Oh great, another hate note I suppose." you said to yourself when you saw a paper taped to your locker.

When you walked up closer, you saw it was actually a painting.

"Woah, this is awesome..." you said in awe. The painting was signed - Marilyn Manson, and on the back had a quick note that read "Thank you." 

After your classes you bumped into Marilyn in the hallway.

"Hey!" you said.

"Hey." he smiled back.

"Thanks for the painting!"

He blushed, "Don't thank me... I didn't know how to thank you so... I made ya a painting."

"Well thanks anyways. You're an awesome artist by the way."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"Most people don't like them... they say they're ... different ... creepy."

"People are stupid, ignore them. They don't know how to appreciate stuff the way they should."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point..." he fidgeted for a second, looking down. "Um, would ya like to go get a coffee or something sometime? And I could bring some of my drawings? ... So you can give me feedback on them?"

You smiled, "Sure! That'd be awesome!"

"Okay."

You tore a piece of paper from your notebook and wrote on it.

"You tell me when, I'll be there." you said as you handed the paper to him.

"Thanks..." he smiled.

You returned the smile and you guys went your separate ways.