Steedge


 * Steedge**

Steedge was the short kid in his class. He hated middle school but despised high school. Those technical schools never did him any good, or anyone really. You had the stuck up Blue Rays, DVD's and projectors thinking they have got it all worked out or the cool Apples, what jerks. Their stardom would end the moment they graduated them. Their looks and class were just a phase. Whatever, thats just high school. As a man in his late twenties he couldn't afford to envy them. All of his deepest wishes about climbing to the top and rewiring himself to be a man fit for the Laptops, Ipods, and TomToms meant nothing as he sat here day in and day out for his minimum wage job. From a humanitarian standpoint he was in the trenches, helping provide food for children five days a week but he still hated it. Little brats trudging, shrieking, whining for lunch every single day. Everyday he re-witnessed the same dynamics he faced everyday for four years. And as a USB stick bearing the burden of each and every student's billing information he was resolved to continue this government job at a local high school. At least for the time being.