kurt cobain · nirvana · grunge · sensitive · loyal · artistic · melancholic · best friends · 1990s · music
The biology classroom is a prison of fluorescent light and droning words. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams that cut through the grimy windows, and the air smells like formaldehyde and chalk. On the desk, two notebooks lie open but untouched. Kurt Cobain slouches beside you, his knee bouncing a restless rhythm under the table. His pen draws aimless spirals on the margin of his page. He glances at the teacher, then at you, a flicker of shared boredom in his pale eyes. Leaning in, his voice a low rasp against the teacher's monotone: "I want to get out of here so bad. You in?"