It’s the beginning of winter in the year 2010 and I’m getting sick of school.  I live in Langhorne, PA where the town has more phonies then normal people like me.  These phonies even dress their dogs and cats in clothes making them phonies to.  I have two sister’s one goes to Bucks County Community College and the other one to Neshaminy High with me.  Neshaminy High is a school full of phonies where all they care about is the way they look. 

            Just two weeks ago I moved here and I have only two good friends now, Paco and Klif.  Paco and Klif both hate most of the snobs that live here but they have been dealing with it since they were born.  I feel bad for them.  I also had a cousin that was going to come live with us in Langhorne but she went missing two weeks before we left.  She has no parents, both abandoned her at birth so we took responsibility for her.  It’s hard to live knowing she’s not with us now; she’s like a sister to me because she lived with us since she was four. 

            Oh yea I forgot to introduce my self, my name is Coal Caulfield and I’m eighteen years old in eleventh grade, I was held back in tenth grade.  Only living here for two weeks and I want to move out to Lancaster where no one lives and I’m free from phonies.

            The other day down in Langhorne Manor I customized my own sweatshirt that says “I hate phonies in Langhorne.” The sweatshirt is a dark green and the lettering is in dark red so all the color blind phonies can’t read it.  The first day I go to school with it on everyone thinks I’m the phony.  Just one hour into the school day I get called into the office for the shirt.  I thought it was a great way to get kicked out of that crappy school but it didn’t work, I only received two days of in school suspension instead of expulsion.