I Can't Think

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Beep.. Beep.. Beep..

The sound of my alarm filled the room, I didn't want to get up. Another day, Another humiliating video that ended up on Instagram and Tiktok. I hated school. Actually, I love school. It's this girl that I hate.. Jessica and her stupid little friends that follow her like dogs, her minions, everyone calls them.

The same things happen everyday and I hate it. I get up and get ready, always eat the same meal for breakfast and then enter the school building. There is either a bucket above those doors or tripwire waiting to dump something on me, on rare occasions there's nothing. Luckily this day was one of those lucky occasions. I ducked my head, expecting some kind of liquid to fall on me.. Nothing? I looked up, Nothing! I thought I was lucky, but what was in my locker made it all clear on why there wasn't a bucket.

I hated spiders, especially the small ones. I was scared because they are so small they could just crawl into one of your nostrils or ear holes. Absolutely terrifying. I opened my locker and shrieked! I'm pretty sure even astronauts could hear me. There it was, I couldn't even keep my eyes open to count how many there were. I could hear snickering behind me.. "Aww, is someone scared? I didn't mean too.. i guess my..pets, crawled into your lockers" I didn't even have to look at her to know that she had her perfect little grin "here let me get them for you" I looked around, of course there is always one or two kids who can't seem to keep their phones in their pockets. If I could murder people it would be Jessica... "What am i saying, murders illegal" I whispered to myself, but it wasn't quiet enough, "Pft, You and murder don't even cross paths! You're too emotionally weak you probably can't even pick up a knife" She laughed

It might be funny for her, not so funny for me, I wanted to prove her wrong but I'm too young to go to jail..right? But also..If i killed jessica..i would be free. And her minions, what would they do with no one to order them? Run away and be free, or be my 3 first victims..these thoughts, where did they come from? When did these topic even cross my mind? I shouldn't be thinking about something like this...what the fuck..?

My mom watched alot of murder documentaries but i didn't think it would get in my head. Murder, the word is driving my head crazy, i wanted to but i also didn't. I wanted her gone but i didn't want me gone either. The normal me, the intellegent me, the girl who made good decisions always, i didn't want to let her go. I didn't want to be turned into the crazy, murdering girl. A new kid shows up in my class and immediatly "Don't be friends with her she will kill you," "Stay away from her" I don't want that to be me, i just want to be normal, but...at the same time, wouldn't it make me free? I could run in the wind with blood on my face. No. I can't..

I look back at Jessica who was scooping up spiders in her palm, there had to be 10 to 15 of them. I could hear her laughing. She slowly turned around and, "oops" she smiled. All of the spiders came flying to me. Catching onto my clothes, "JESSICA LINEY!! GET YOUR ASS TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE. IMMEDIETLY!" The entire crowd turned around to see the principal. "OoooooooooOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOoo" The crowd cheered as Jessica threw her bags to one of her minions and walked over the the principal.