Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that on the first day of high school I had to go into some room where I was handed some paperwork, by Heather. I forget what that was, probably just enrollment papers, and Heather handed me these papers and introduced me to her Italian fascist bodyguards from the CIA, who, anyway, obviously they don't work for me, so I mostly try not to mess with them because I don't quite know why they hate me, but anyway, whatever, everybody hates me in adolescent angst-land so I have grown accustomed to not expecting much of anything from those people who sit over there in the cool clique side of the room.