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Each time I open my eyes, I wish

the galaxy in my head stayed but they always go away.

I wanna go some place where nobody knows me.

I wanna be free.

My name is Nune and I never asked to be born.

In science, I gotta prove how people come from monkeys

or how a big explosion made us all from blackness,

but we all come from the same things stars do

and not no monkeys.

I like watchin' the galaxies 'cause they look like eggs,

and inside the eggs is life.

This is Vaunt, he loves himself.

- Hey Dino, look, it's your girlfriend.

Huh?

- Over there.

You know you wanna tap that.

- Hell no man, that bitch is ratchet.

School ain't nothin' but a walk

down death row.

- Hey skank-ho.

What's up with the balls?

Do you like fondling balls?

I just wanna die.

- If you do, I got a couple for you right back here.

- Hey man.

- You're a dick.

- Yeah? What do you know a dick?

You want some?

- No, but you do.

Shit, I ain't the one holding Uranus.

- Oh, she's got ya there, man.

Everything gone dark.

Just like the big bang.

Maybe some people ain't human.

Maybe they come from monkeys.

- One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Regan, go to the back.

Those guys aren't looking at you,

they're looking at me.

Seven--

Eight.

Nine

10.

Let's go into a lunge.

Bridgette, take my spot.

Alright guys, to the right.

One, two, three, four.

- Ohmygod she is so ghetto.

- Actually, I'm gonna go talk to her.

- What are you looking for?

A charity case?

- What are you talking about?

- Ya know what?

Why don't you make a foundation for freaks?

If you wanna be nice, you might as well enterprise on it

and make lots of money.

- You're being such a bitch.

- Fuck you.

You know I'm right.

Look at her.

She's not like us.

She's so ugly, you couldn't even donate her to science.

I don't know what's wrong.

I ain't got no money for them drugs

that make people happy.

- Hey, do you have any Ibuprofen?

- Huh?

What's iboopropane?

- Pain killer.

- How do you like, kill pain?

- What?

- How do you like, kill pain?

Can't kill pain, pain don't die.

- You're cute.

I think she's cute.

- That's not cute, that's stupid.

She's dumb.

She's so dumb, her middle name's probably Huh.

- Kimberly, sometimes people who appear to be really stupid

are actually geniuses.

What if she's autistic?

- Who cares?

Everybody knows autistic is just another word

for special ed.

Briana, you have a life.

- Que pasa, como esta?

- Bye guys.

- What the fuck are you lookin' at?

- Go get it, get it.

Dude, check out her overhead.

- She's got form, for sure.

She's cute and all.

But she ain't nothin' but a tease.

- I'd love to play doubles with her.

- Back off asshole, she's mine.

- Yeah?

In what dimension?

- Heaven.

Good luck with that.

- Ain't eaten all day and my stomach hurts like hell.

All my cash is for cigarettes.

- I dare you to ask her out.

- What do you mean, you don't think I can?

- Well, I know you're shittin' over

what Christian Vaunt would do to you.

- Brianna, I've never coached a student

with such a powerful serve before

and you're not like the tallest student either.

You're amazing.

- No, you're amazing.

Coach Marceau I'm just having a really hard time

with my return

- Some things are worth dying for.

- You're kidding?

- You're not, I'm like,

so far from perfect. - Hey Briana.

- That was tight.

- Hey, thanks Wayne, that's sweet of you.

- So, I was wondering if you wanted to go

get coffee-- - Hey.

- Hey!

- This douche bothering you?

- Wayne, this in Vaunt.

- Epic fail.

- Hey, Wayne Woodcock.

- You serious?

- Yeah.

- With a name like that, you expect me to shake your hand?

- Well, it's old English for bird.

- Hey! Woodcock.

Why don't you make like a piece of wood and shove it.

I don't see a waiting list.

Fuck off, asshole.

She's above your pay grade.

Yeah.

- Vaunt, he was just being nice.

- Yeah?

This ain't my first rodeo.

- Can I help you?

- Lizzette, can you take care of this for me?

I don't have the patience.

- What do you want me to tell her?

- I don't know.

Tell her that just because her mothers sits on the board

doesn't mean she can have anything she wants.

And maybe she needs to check in with sober living.

- Got it.

- Thank you.

- Miss Highland, can I please get some meds?

Come on, please?

- Hi Briana.

Miss Highland is busy right now.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Regan, come on, let's get you rested.

Is this yours?

- Hell no, I ain't about that life.

Don't worry, I ain't gonna snitch.

Here she comes.

- Sorry Briana.

I just spoke to Ms. Highland and she says you maxed out.

Have you thought about seeing a specialist?

- No, why?

- Well, why not?

Brianna, if you weren't on honor roll

or valedictorian, wouldn't you say there's something

wrong with this picture, hmm?

- Hey.

Briana, right?

- Yeah.

- What color are your eyes?

- Blue, why?

- They're real pretty.

Where'd you get them tight shoes?

- These?

- Yeah.

- They're just Rag & Bone.

- Well you better use em to run outta here.

- Why?

- Don't ask, let's bounce.

Girl, you suck at shoplifting.

- Is that something to be proud of?

- Yeah.

- Oh my God.

I don't know how you pulled this off,

but I really needed it.

Thank you.

You're an angel.

- De nada, mi amor.

- Are you Mexican?

- Yeah.

I mean, no, no.

- Well, what are you?

- I'm half Armenian.

- Well...

I owe you one

- Oh, you're making me so hard.

- Um, we should go.

- Let's fuck.

- No, it's gonna hurt.

- Come on, I love you.

- Vaunt...

baby

um...

Will you go down on me?

- Eiew.

- Hey Pain Killer.

- You look good in blue.

- Thanks.

That's my favorite color.

What's yours?

I don't get it.

- You like blue.

I like red.

- Did your parents beat you or something?

- No.

My Moms are bitches.

- Did you say Moms?

- Yeah.

- Mom is singular.

- Yeah.

Well, I got two.

I ain't got no Dad.

I should've been aborted.

- My God, don't say that.

- It's the truth.

I don't belong anywhere 'cause I ain't no Armo

and ain't no American either.

My Moms, ya know, I got Boston-Spliced

with a crackwhore and all they ever do

is tell me I ain't no good for nothin' but,

whatever, I don't care.

- Hey.

You know,

people who say they don't care

care a lot.

You must be great at something.

What about tennis?

You wanna learn?

- Hell no.

That shit's for rich kids.

- What?

What's having fun gotta do with being rich?

- Well I ain't got no fun.

And I ain't got no future neither.

- Sure you do.

What do you wanna be when you grow up?

- Dead.

- Okay.

Well, what makes you happy?

- I hate happy people.

- Oh, so you must really hate me, huh?

Come on.

Life is a gift

and you're just a present no one's opened yet.

Someday,

someone's gonna open you up

and you're gonna make them really happy.

She's Armenian.

- Armenian? What's that?

A comedian in the Army?

- Her last name's Lusparian.

- Are you sure it's not Lucifarion?

- It means from the light.

Isn't it pretty?

- Yeah, if you're a Satan worshiper.

What has gotten into you?

- Oh, this is killin' my vibe.

- Vaunt, I liked that song!

- Who the fuck are you talkin' about?

I'm a big fan of Goethe.

His name is spelled G-O-E-T-H-E.

Have you heard of him?

He said that if you treat people how they are,

it makes them worse.

But if we treat them how they ought to be treated,

they become all they can be.

My favorite is this.

In boldness is genius.

Isn't that great?

I believe in that.

I believe in you, don't you?

- You tryin' to mess with me?

- No.

- 'Cause if you are, I'll beat the shit outta you

until you're paralyzed from the head down.

Got it?

- Leave me alone.

- Gonna ask Briana to be exclusive.

Think she'd be down?

- Yeah, why wouldn't she be?

- I don't know.

She gay?

- Why? You don't like to share?

- No, seriously, can you ask her?

- Briana's not gay.

- I mean, 'cause she'd tell you, right?

'Cause you're BFFs?

- If for some weird reason she is,

what's your contingency?

- A what?

- Your backup plan.

Are you gonna dump her?

- No I wasn't thinkin' of it or--

- Well, if you do,

I'm always around.

Sorry hun, we're closing in 10 minutes.

I checked out paralysis,

paralysis in the dictionary.

It says the loss of the ability to move and sometimes

to feel anything in part of the body.

I guess that's like being dead.

I'm dead anyways.

Even if I wanna die,

it ain't gonna be 'cause of some paralysis.

At least I'm gonna say I did something bold.

Like a genius.

There's rumors going around

that you're a lesbian.

I don't care but--

- Okay, I'm confused.

What does that have to do with Vaunt being gay?

What? Vaunt's not gay!

- Well, what am I supposed to do?

He won't go down on me.

Yeah but doesn't he have like

an amazing dick?

- Shut up!

Gotta go.

Bye.

What happened to your arms?

- Uh, what?

- Your arms, they're all blue.

- Yeah, you know my boyfriend, Vaunt?

We broke up

and I'm just gonna, I wanna keep it going.

- How come?

- I don't wanna tell my friends.

How come?

- Because everyone expects the best out of me.

That's the part of being a cheerleader, right?

To keep up that cheer?

Vaunt beat the crap out of me.

He was nice enough not to touch my face,

but that's only because he didn't want anyone to know.

- Hey.

It's gonna be all right.

You want me to kick his ass?

- You're sweet.

My ankle hurts like hell

from all that crap I gotta do to be top dog.

You just go numb, you know?

Even the football players,

just gotta learn to get past it.

- You know,

sometimes if you kiss it,

it makes it feel better.

- Hey, if five Advils don't cut it,

your lips are gonna do the trick.

- It don't hurt to try.

- Okay.

I'm down to see a miracle.

I'm sorry.

No one knows but you.

- Huh?

- About my ankle.

It's like I learned to kill the pain

before it even starts.

I hate it.

Rather die.

- Are you serious?

- Not really, but you get it, right?

You're funny.

I have an idea.

Let's talk about something happy.

Like, what do you like about me other than my shoes?

- Well, you suck at being a snob.

And...

You ain't perfect.

And I kinda like that you're suicidal.

- Suicidal?

- Yeah.

Keep munchin' on them pills.

- I think you like my dark side.

- No.

No, I don't care that you got secrets.

- Secrets?

- You know.

- Do you want me to kiss you?

I feel dizzy.

- Really?

- I swear I just saw stars.

- So, um...

Did the pain go away?

- Pain? What pain?

Right.

You are a pain killer.

I started seeing them galaxies

in my head again.

When I opened my eyes, they were still there.