METAL MONDAYS: Why Metal?

   See that kid over there? Yeah, the short, scrawny, pale, pimply one all by himself, covered in milk and pineapple chunks hurled at him by a particularly nasty, thoughtless senior. A few students notice and begin laughing, sounding forced, laughing for the sake of his little misfortune. He rushes to the restroom in hopes of wiping himself clean, but it's to no use, his shirt is soaked and he has no spare. He leaves the restroom, back into the lunch court where a few people are still snickering. He keeps his head down and tries not to notice them and makes his way to one of the buildings to sit by himself. Either that or go to drama club, a place where he sometimes frequents, and a place where other misfits hang out and be themselves, but he knows that he doesn't fit in there either. The happy, laughing LBGT youth of that club think he's a loser just as much as the jocks and partiers do. Just another day of harassment and disrespect for him. Also, his gory Cannibal Corpse t-shirt he often wears isn't making people think any higher of him.