[h1][b][center][color=olive]Derek O'Leary[/color][/center][/b][/h1][hr][center][hider=Derek O'Leary]
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	Derek had been lying on the couch in his apartment. Sure he was suppose to be at school, but he didn't care. It was just a carnival today and nothing good could come from it for him. Anyways, he had slept in and was already very late. So, he just laid there. Nothing for him to do. Everyone he usually hung out with decided they wanted to go to the carnival to play some sports or hit on some of the chicks there. Derek didn't see the point. He knew he was a shoe in to be apart of whatever team he wanted and only one girl was on his mind. Guaranteed she probably would never reciprocate his feelings for her. Still almost every time he saw the girl he told her how he felt.

	He could have laid on that sorry excuse for a couch all day like the lazy turd he was if it wasn't for the phone on the wall(yes they have an old dinosaur of a phone) ringing. He slowly and begrudgingly rolled off the couch and picked up the old thing and put it to his ear. "Derek Alestar O'Leary. I told you that you were to show up at school on time today. What do you have to say for yourself!"

	[color=olive]"Creme stank peritrout."[/color] Whenever Derek didn't feel like speaking to his grandfather he tended to just speak in random words. [color=olive]"Copper wopper small dollar. Or do you want me to tell you how I don't give a crap about some trashy carnival. Your not my dad or my mom. I don't consider you my grandfather because frankly you don't deserve it. And it's just a pure waste of my time."[/color]

	"Then what about your mother. The only reason I told you to be here is because she wanted you here. She wasn't going to say anything to you because she didn't want to hurt your pitiful feelings."

	[color=olive]"Oh, I think that seals the deal. I'll get you the grandfather of the year mug for Christmas. Oh wait. I don't have money to do that. Neither does ma. Yet, you sit your soft rump in your plush little bed with your junky tempurpedic pillows after a day of driving in your laffy taffy of a mustang. Also, NEVER pull the guilt trip of my mom again. You forced her to live in this swamp. You don't deserve to say anything."[/color]

	"Who was it that paid for your knee surgery? Who was it that took care of you while you were merely an infant so she could earn money to raise you, her little baby? It's time you grew up. Stop acting like the world is against you and accept your circumstances. Your mother has. What will she think when she finds out you didn't go to the carnival. Your mother wants you to have a childhood. So, have it." With that Derek slammed the phone into its place. The old fart was right as usual and it ticked Derek off. He quickly got ready and headed out the door with a few sandwiches in a brown paper bag. But only because it's what his mom wanted.

	After walking for awhile he finally arrived at the cesspool of teenage hopes and dreams. He knew he was gonna hate this place. Full of snobby rich kids and little brats who looked down on anyone lower than them on the economical foodchain. He wasn't gonna let the turds get to him. He'd show them how it's done on and off the field. In and out of the classrooms. By the end of this first year he already planned on [b][i]owning[/i][/b] this dump.

	When he got to where some of the people were he saw a face he recognized. It was Clydesdale, long for Clyde. Usually the 'little' guy was with Abbie. Yet, right now he was off by himself, and it seemed he was having some sort of issue. Derek walked up to the guy and said, [color=olive]"Yo, Clydesdale. How's it hanging? Want a sammich?"[/color] As he pulled a bologna sandwich out of his bag and held it out to the guy he'd like to consider a friend of sorts.