its a FUCKING NIGHTMARE! || Blake Chorii I

A

Here we are again.
My name is Blake Chorii, and I know that's a weird name for a girl, but I can't help it. That's just how it's gonna be. I don't have many friends, but I have the people online that I rely on. I'm in high school and most of the time I don't even know what I'm doing. I have good grades but sometimes I know I'm gonna fail. The subject I'm obviously going to fail is Math. I mean, seriously, how do mathematicians become mathematicians. In my opinion, I love Green Architecture and Language Arts. It's easy for me. History is boring, but I can deal with it. Not everyone has to like the same things, and it's really not that hard to understand that people will hate things. Bringing discrimination on people just for liking something other than you do is just purely wrong. That's what I learnt, anyways.
Right now, I'm in history class. It's the first period of the school day.  A class with Braxton. He's even zesty, and I feel embarrassed using that word but it's true. He even admitted to his friend one time that he slept with a boy, but I think he's joking. there is no way he would do that, at least I hope he didn't actually sleep with a boy.  That would be crazy! 
Gosh. I feel sick. I hate typing essays. I have to do some dumb shitty paragraph about some person from the 1800's. I don't understand most of it. My brain is going divergent! And every time I feel like I'm getting pressured, I start to tear up. And that is exactly what is happening now. "...every time." I whisper softly against the yellow, fuzzy sleeves of my sweatshirt. My eyes start to hurt, the sensation of pain is getting to be too much for me. 'Everyone will leave'  A voice in my head suddenly says. I slowly raise my hand up. "Mr. Eres, may I go to the bathroom?" I speak. "You may." He says and I run to the bathroom passes, snatch the pass and sign to go out and I barge out the room. I can't. Everything is getting to me now. The tears that were once caged in the corners of my eyes are now flying as I run. They leak down narrowly to my chin, and go down to my neck where they would begin dripping. I drop my pass off so the hall monitors don't execute me back to class. I look at myself in the mirror. My messy black hair shows, and so does my teared up eyes. The silence is loud, until I hear a toilet flush. The stall opens, and a girl comes out. She has orange hair and freckles, a little shorter than me. "Are you crying?" She asks as she looks at my reflection in the mirror. "Uh, yeah. Just a little moment. I'm fine, really." I scratch my head and force a small smile. She starts walking besides me, her shoes making a small tap noise. "If you say so." She says and starts washing her hands. I exhale in relief. The girl looked really pretty. I wish I was like her. I'm a plain black haired girl. "I like your hair." I tell the girl and look at her. "Thank you!" She says enthusiastically and smiles brightly. Gosh, she is really pretty. Her freckles make her look cuter. I blush in embarrassment, and no, I'm not lesbian. I'm straight, well, omnisexual since I don't really mind girls. But I prefer boys. I smile genuinely back, and I grab my hair out my sweatshirt and I start walking out the door. I'm glad someone checked on me, the last time someone ever did that was last year. Last year. It was a dream. But I'm awake now, so I have to accept what is true in my world. I hear the water stop running from the girl, and I look behind. "Uh." I mumble, not sure what to say. I would go back home and look at last year's yearbook to find her name written and her picture, but I feel like asking what her name is would be better. I really hope I don't regret asking her this. "I-" My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I have social issues, and that makes it even more terrible for me to interact. "Yeah?" She says and looks up at me. Beginning to walk out of the bathroom, I say "Hey! Wait, what's your name?" The girl looks at me, and chuckles before sighing. "It's.. Vita." She says. It reminds me of vitamins, but I don't say that in case I'm sounding rude. "I'm Blake." I tell her. She keeps a calm expression and gives me a nod, before going out of the room. I understand though, she had her time long enough. In the end, I go out of the bathroom too, chasing my classroom.
When I arrive back, I sign again and return the bathroom pass. I sit down in my seat. Now that my mind is becoming convergent, I can think clearly without having the voices to run me over. After a few minutes, the bell rings and I pack my school computer up in my backpack, and I get in line for the next period. All of a sudden, my mind goes to Vita. Pale white girl, light orange hair, freckles, strawberry pink glasses and a kind personality. She probably has a boyfriend, because seriously, who wouldn't want to date a girl like her? She seems pretty sweet, but I probably am thinking too much about her. I should just let it go. 
The entire day, I think about Vita and some other stuff. I want to become Vita's friend, and I want to be friends with Alicia. I named my brain 'Alicia' years ago, when I pretended to switch out my brain. But I'm not going to pretend to do that, because whatever Alicia is, it's now gonna be the name of my brain. I don't recall meeting any other Alicia's than that one. I go home, and there is my mother waiting for me. My dad divorced my mom, and so he lives in Arkansas now, and me and my mom live in Iowa. "Hi!" My mom says, I slip off my shoes and go to her. "Hi" I say. "How was school?" "Good" "Did you have lunch?" "No" "What did they have?" "Their dumb spaghetti" "They never have good lunches, do they? "Rarely." I run back upstairs to my phone, and I talk to my online friends. One of my online friends is CC, and the other Enzo. I love all my online friends though. They are the reason I exist and feel validated. Without them, I'd probably be caught dead in my room. I love my life because of them. I love..