Journal Entry One: Alice Colts
The year is 2020 and people are killing each other. Yes, I know, this has been going on forever, but this is different. This isn't random acts, isn't a hate group, isn't terrorists. This is a group whose name no one knows. That's the really scary part of it all.
My parents have recently died, and they couldn't have chosen a better time of the year. Right in the middle of the semester. Just peachy. But save your tears, I'm using their death as leverage against others. Mostly teachers. I cry whenever they ask about large work I haven't gotten done and they crumble. Saying all of this stuff like how they know it's hard, and how I'll pull through.
Cut me.
I'm now going to go live with my aunt, my mother's sister. Who, guess what, is rich as, I don't know, a Bill Gates? Okay, maybe not that rich. I think she owns three sports cars, and the only truck you'd see on her property belongs to the Mexican workers. Probably illegal immigrants. Like I care. Less I have to do.
She wanted to homeschool me. That didn't go over well, though. We've agreed on private school, where the skirts are short, and the socks are at least knee high. (It's like how high your socks are determine how amazing you are. Gag me.) Start calling me a Catholic School Girl now.
But, hey, at least I'll look sexy.
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