Twice Told

...-Wake up call-...

I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off.  The first day of high school. My first day seeing people in 3 years, other than them. As a habit, I've always had my alarm set 15 minutes before. Anyway, when I wake up the first thing I do, is write. School tends to be annoying. Dealing with people, that make fun of me for being the way I am.

I wish I could be normal sometimes, to be the perfect non-troubled child in my family. But to be normal is to be distant. To be normal is to be and act weak.  I would hate to be normal, but at the same time, it seems perfect. To not be deranged. I would never choose to be normal over the life that I have. And for the same reasons that I wouldn't change my life, are the same reasons I hate it. I mean, would you want to be a 14-year-old with anger, depression, and anxiety issues?

As I said I got the mental and psycho but other than that I think school will be fine. Mentally draining sure but fine just the same. Maybe I'm just being dramatic. Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe not.

Anyway, after writing, I decided to stay in bed for about 10 minutes. In reality, I ended up being late for school. I ran to get my clothes and brush my teeth, my hair tends to take 30 minutes to do. So I ended up only straightening it. I got a pair of shoes and sprinted to the car. Barely making it 20 minutes late to my first class. 

Thankfully, I didn't get yelled at, and I had the option to mark my being tardy as excused that way I wouldn't get another detention. I could not go through another 3 hours of complete silence, and the sound of scratching pencils on desks, and paper and chalk on the whiteboard. The sound of the clock ticking back and forth and back and forth for longer than I can even count.

I only had 20 more minutes until my first period was over. My second period was a little bit trickier I actually had to pay attention and had to work. It wasn't that bad, I'm good at algebra, so some of it was really easy, but the other half was not so much. The third period was weight lifting, and I had no clue what I was getting myself into. I mean it can't be that hard right? It's just lifting things. But there was one part of the entire process that I couldn't bring myself to do: eating. I don't eat that much and when I do eat, it's so little that it doesn't really even do anything for me.

The fourth period next, my fourth period was study hall and since I was already dying for a monster, I grabbed the one that I had in my bag. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I finished my monster and headed to my car so I could go get lunch.

I went to get sushi at my favorite place Wasabi. I always get the Philadelphia roll. Anyway, I got back to the car, and went back to school, after dropping off some sushi at home for my mom. 

My fifth period was English, I have it with this kid named Monroe, and Christian. They're cool, I guess. My teacher might not be the brightest of people but she's not that bad.  Her class is cool, we had just entered our Romeo and Juliet unit.

Today was reading and since I had already read the part we were supposed to read today, I was ahead. So I asked if I could help out with anything that she needed. She said no, so I asked if I could go to my car. She said that it was okay.

Back, in my car, I could tell that something was off. Like something had changed since lunch. I always have been able to tell if something was off. It was in my genes. By birth, my genes had been different from everyone else's in my family. I had this gene called MAOA. The psychopathic gene made me into who I am now.