The Only Happiest Goth
By Cameron Battagler

Once their was a goth. He was no ordinary goth for in fact, he was a big, black haired, eyeliner wearing, freak. No wait, he was an ordinary goth. He did though have one thing the made him stand out from all the rest, his bright red shoes.

This goth had a problem though, these bright red shoes that he loved so ever dearly made him want to live, heck they even made him smile! Now smiling would not be a big deal, other than one day his other Goths around him, remember they aren’t friends they are just present, saw this goth smile. This made him the only happiest goth.

The other Goths ridiculed him even more not allowing him to play their game of cut the line down the road, or pin the earring to the random body part. The happiest goth did not know what to do, and was thrown into utter depression. This is where he got his idea though, he was so depressed he realized he was more repressed, on more medication than, and angrier than all the other Goths.

All because the happiest goth was happy he was actually sad! This though caused the goth to become happier, which, in turn, threw him into an even deeper fit of depression causing him to kill himself.

The moral of the story: don’t buy shoes that make you happy.