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Angry
As I was walking into school, I was pissed! So, I really felt like I wanted to start a fight. I was feeling really dark. It was one of those mornings where I really needed my tranquilizer or the world was going to be in trouble. Lucky for the world, my friend was there. Unlucky me, I really wanted to blow up at a prep or two.
Now let me tell you, I have no idea the power she holds over me and how that ever happened. I'm about five months new to my school, and somehow, she's my friend. She's also my tranquilizer, for school anyway. I was thinking about her power over me. I gotta tell you, I was consumed with fear. What was this magic? Not a good way to start your morning. Also not good when you're planning to blow up the world, but like I said, lucky world.
So she sat with me at breakfast and got my nerves calmed. After a minute or two, I raced to my library. I call it my library because I'm constantly there. In fact, that's where I'm writing this. As I walked to the library, I had those fearful thoughts. Why? Because I don't like someone who can control me like that. And be honest, who does?
As I sat there, at a computer, waiting for my name to magically appear on the screen, I wiped my mind blank. And of course, the damn computers were messing with my head. I couldn't check anything this morning. And let me say, I never thought I'd be writing about my day.
Even worse was that the bell had rung. My tranquilizer was in my first class of the day. Why is this a bad thing? I wanted to be pissed. I wanted to hold my own personal vendetta against the world. I wanted to be consumed with hate and darkness. But then I decided it was a good thing. No matter how angry I am, I know my twin will feel it, no matter how far away we are. She's got her own thing against the school right now, so I wont be writing much about her. I know this is really unnatural, but she and I kinda have this amazing bond.
So, back to my first class, it went kind of smooth, minus the fact that I kept throwing up in my mouth. Gross, right? Chorus is one of my favorite classes because I love to sing. So does my tranq. We were singing the Beatles and Lacrymosa today. Again, lucky for the world because those are some of my all-time favs. So, by the time I get to my next class, which she also just happens to have with me, I was doing okay.
Earth Science is the only class that makes me really want to commit suicide. So one of these days I'm going to bring in chocolate chip cookies, twizzlers, and a Three Musketeers bar and slit my wrist with the cookie, make a noose out of the twizzlers and stab myself with the candy bar. I read a lot and wrote a lot and got yelled at for reading. Why do you get yelled at for reading in school? I don't understand that. Well, anyway, the bell rang for my third class, and away we went, talking about our stories.
Now let me warn you, I only have four classes a day (you're eyes bug out here). So I was in my geometry class and some prep did something dangerous. She touched my hair. I felt a tugging and looked behind me.
"You had a split end. I'm just breaking it off for you." I was pissed! Big no no! You get the picture. But I didn't blow up. No, I just walked away from her.
Bell rang after notes and here I am in the library, writing to you all, and ignoring my brother's paper that needs typing.
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