Multiple me's

Ordinary day

It's a normal day today. Or as normal as you can get with multiple personalities. I get about a million odd looks a day because of one of my personalities doing something stupid. It's mainly Vicky though. She giggles to much. Everything makes her laugh, its annoying.

I grabbed my backpack out of my relatively small room. My mom doesn't make that much money since she only runs on one paycheck. We get buy though. It doesn't help when manipulative little Tori pesters her over and over again for makeup supplies. Eventually, my mom being the sweet hearted person she is, gives In a buys her the supplies.

I've told her multiple times to stop, she always agrees but she still always ends up giving in to Tori's demands. It also doesn't help that every time were in a bookstore or a place that sells science gadgets, Jackie always takes control and pesters my mom to get her more books or tools.

I can't even begin to imagine what my moms life is like living with a daughter with multiple personalities. Vicky always manages to make her smile, every now and then, Jackie even reassures her in a comforting way with her knowledge. But, there's always going to be Christy and Tori to worry about. There both ungrateful little slobs who give my mom a hard time.

"Come on. Hurry up or we'll miss our bus" Jackie said in a panicky tone inside my head. "Who cares if we miss the bus, I'd rather tag home anyway" Christy said to me in her cold tone. Shut up you two, I mentally screamed. Oh god. I am insane aren't I.

I still had like two minutes before the bus would arrive. I opened the door to my room and walked over to the kitchen. I Iive in an apartment so, I don't have to walk up and down any stairs to get to my destination. No matter how small my house is, I will always think of it as cozy. I sound like a realtor right now.

I found my mom sitting in the kitchen table. "Hey" I said, quickening my pace a little, seeing as thirty seconds had already gone by. I quickly swung the cabinet door open, and grabbed a granola bar. "Ewww. How many grams of sugar are in that, your already fat Melissa." Tori screamed at me. Shut up, I thought mentally to her. She's always saying stuff like that to me.

I'm not fat, I'm actually skinny for my age. Christy doesn't care what she eats, she rarely eats at all actually. I ignore what she says but Vicky still cut in with her childish voice "I think it looks delicious. I think I deserve some." I rolled my eyes but giggled a little. "Vicky again" my mom says as she looks up at me from her laptop.

My mom works as a writer, so I've grown used to the pitter-patter of computer keys. It a soothing sound to me. "Umm, yea" I replied a little embarrassed. I shouldn't be embarrassed, she was one of the only people who knows about my disorder. She's used to it by now. Its still hard though.

I checked the watch I was wearing as I unwrapped the granola bar with one hand and stuffed it In my mouth. Consuming the entire bar In less than three bites. The watch was a gift from my grandma at a young age. She's dead now, but I still ear the ugly but useful watch in my wrist. The watch clock read seven fifteen. My bus should arrive any minute.

"Bye mom" I yelled as I rushed quickly out the door, not waiting for a response. As soon as I was out the door. I saw a familiar yellow and black streak and knew the bus was here. I stood as the black doors opened so I could step in. I was one of the last stops, so the bus was already swarming with kids. The bus driver didn't even say hi or acknowledge that i had just walked on to the bus. He just sat motionless with his hands on the wheel and started driving again. I found an empty seat somewhere of in the middle of the bus.

The school was only like five minutes away from the bus stop. I would like to tell you that I had a great time on that bus. But it was awful like all bus rides. Vicky kept complaining about how bored she was while Christ kept telling her to shut up. Imagine that going through your head constantly and whenever you tell them to stop they don't listen and only bicker louder. Well, that's what having multiple personalities is like.