Tales of Me

Its morning again.  That means mom will be coming in soon.1

Knocking on my door.  Telling me to get up in that sweet and happy voice.  God, I hate it.  I just want her to go away.  I don't want to go to school today.  I just want to be sick.  Maybe I can fake another fever.  No she will figure it out.  Ive been sick 30 times in the past 3 months.  I still do well in class so who cares.  2

I just don't want to see them again.  Any of them.  Its like I went to sleep one day and woke up in hell the next.  I never thought public school would be so awful.  I just wanted to leave the incredible lameness that was private school. I was tired of getting called "devil child", "evil one".  I wasn't good enough for God and his hideous Christians, and now the ones they called heathens torture me.   I cant take another day of them following me down the hall.  Calling me "lard ass", "hippo ass", "ugly ass", and all the other various asses they spew from their lips.3

We had a field trip last week.  I sat on the bus by the window.  I think they were throwing shit at me, but I don't remember.  I wasn't paying attention. I was lost in my own little world.  The only thing that keeps me alive.  I always look to the sky for him, but I don't think he will ever come.  I sometimes hate my imagination.  I mean I'll be in high school next year.  Do I really believe a unicorn will fly down from the sky and save me?  Make all the other kids jealous.  Force them all to see that I am different, special. That they can all be my friend.4

What difference does it make.  She will be knocking on the door soon.  Another day in hell.  Junior High is what the adults call it.  Eighth Grade sucks.  I doubt I will make it to ninth grade.  The others will probably have killed my by then.5