The Feebs.

Are taking over.
Picture this: im sitting in my Buddhism class lecture (this happens to be about a week ago), and our professor is lecturing the different Sutras and their geographical origin circa -800 b.c. and so on and so forth… he turns to the class and asks “Now, this is a side note, but does anyone know the title of the first written, bound, and titled manuscript discovered by archaeologists so far?” -- The class, as he likes to call it, is having a ‘low metabolic day’, considering about 80% of us in the room have just finished some kind of massively fucked midterm in the class before. No one answers. So our professor picks up on the energy and turns around to answer the question himself when ALL of the sudden… we hear this sickeningly quiet voice in the back say:

“The Bible?”

The ones fortunate enough to hear this, laugh that really short, cough-like sort of laugh you hear a lot on satire TV shows. Unsettlingly, our professor (who, I can tell by his stature) wants to eat this kid alive.
“What?”

“…Th--The Bible?”

And I’m looking at this kid. Skinny, black hair, (I wont mention ethnicity) kid and he’s got his right hand up to his chest, fingers wrapped around a gold necklace he’s wearing.

“The Bible is the first book ever written” - he says

Our professor looks around the class… im sure he's expecting Ashton and his camera-men to come exploding out from between the desks.

“Since when is the Bible considered the first written text?”
And hes laughing, a very pissed-off, semi nervous laugh.

He turns back, facing the chalkboard and says “Today is not a good day for me…” and continues to write about the different Sutras.
And now I’m looking at this kid again... He’s scared shitless, eyes glaringly wide, and his hands are going NUTS on that gold necklace of his.

So then about 30 minutes later (by this time I’m sure everyone has forgotten about the little intellectual mishap) some girl in the class drops her 5 pound pencil-case, and says “oh JESUS-”

And out of nowhere….
“-I KNEW HIM” -- yells out the black haired kid. And this time, hes LOUD.
And im looking at him again,
then I see it, a small dangling golden cross waiving back and forth across his chest, fingers incessantly rubbing the edges.
The Feebs. They’re taking over.