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Messed Up Mind

I hate school. I’d rather get hit by a car and be hospitalized for 3 months than be here. Yes, I know that’s what happened to my brother, and to be honest, I can’t help but wish that it had been me who got hit by the car. That way I would currently be on my way to being a professional sportswoman… Ok, after the several months of rehab, but at least I’d still have my soul.

But you had such a fun time last time!

No, you had a fun time last time. Gees, you couldn’t even figure out if you were a second me or my conscience!

I’m your conscience, didn’t I tell you this?

Several times, but then five minutes later you’d say you were a second me. You never made up your mind.

Oh, well I’m a second you.

I groaned and dropped my head onto my desk. The past three months had been great without this stupid voice in my head; and now it was back.

“Oi, Jesse, are you OK?” Jeremiah whispered, nudging me.

“Let me die,” I whined. “I don’t want to be here,”

“And you won’t be here if you don’t pay attention, Miss Patchent!” Mr. Colten snapped, slamming a ruler down on my desk.

“I told you yesterday,” I groaned, slowly lifting my head to meet his light brown eyes through his thick glasses. “I already know everything there is to know about this subject,”

“I’m not making the same mistake twice,” Mr. Colten huffed; running a hand through his white, scientist type hair.

“Well, how about we make a different bet?” I offered. “I don’t pay attention for the term, then you give me the exam at the end and we’ll see who was right,”

“Hmm,” he replied, sounding as though he was seriously considering it.

He’s not is he? He knows he’s going to lose. I mean, come on. Even though this is the third term, it’s still easy stuff; I’ll ace this test.

“Alright, but if you don’t get 100% on the test, you will become my assistant for the rest of the year and will do whatever I tell you to do,” He said, holding out his hand.

So much for not making the same mistake twice….

“And if I ace the test,” I sighed, shaking his hand. “You have to leave me alone in class for the rest of the year,”

Once the deal was made, I went back to brooding over being here. This term, we were working on classification of animals and organisms. Honestly, I knew everything already. Just like with reproduction, my mother had drilled it into my skull since I was old enough to breathe. I don’t know why she didn’t do that with math too, but I guess I wouldn’t have a brain if she did because it would have fried. Oh well.

Thankfully, that was the last lesson of the day. When the bell rang, I stood up and stretched; yawning loudly as everyone hurried past me to go back to the dorms. I didn’t get the big rush to be honest, but guys were aliens, so I couldn’t say much about something I didn’t know.

“Have you decided what sport you’re going to do for the scholarship?” Jeremiah asked, handing me my bag.

“Not yet,” I sighed. “Honestly, I want to do all of them, but it’s impossible,”

“I’m sure you could,” Jeremiah laughed. “If it’s you, it’s possible,”

“I’m not that good,” I replied, rolling my eyes as we walked out of the classroom.