((Michael Joyner, cont. from The Party Was Over Then, Too. ))

"What the fuck are you faggots doing." Michael Joyner suddenly announced, walking over to where Paulo Abbate was busy choking out Cooper Komorowski. Rather than going to his class (which by the time he got half way to class, the bell ...

Michael could hear the snickers of the underclassmen nearby as they heard Juliana give him the news that she....didn't exactly want to help him. Michael, for a brief moment, felt transported back to middle school and all of those goddamn snickers. For a another brief moment, Michael felt consumed ...

Michael was a little peeved. Maybe getting her to help wasn't going to be this easy after all. All he needed was something to go by, an answer. It really wasn't that hard, just what the poem meant and how come it meant that. It wasn't rocket science, for fucks sake. Michael didn't show his annoyance ...

"Well, uh." Michael said, scratching the back of his head. "You see, I was kinda wondering if you could help me out with something. I need to explain the meaning of a poem, but, uh. I have this condition called being illiterate." Michael said, smiling to show it was a joke. Plus he might as well ...

((Michael Joyner, Start))

Michael stepped into the library, both of his hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack as he strolled inside. He had a project due in his English class due in a week that he hadn't started, and rather than waste time at home doing it, Michael decided to skip lunch ...

Name: Michael Joyner
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: 12
School: Aurora High School
Hobbies and Interests: Mixed martial arts, wrestling, video games (RPGs and FPSs), History class, rap music.

Appearance: Standing at five feet, eleven inches and weighing in at one hundred and fifty three pounds ...