Paranoid With a Polaroid

Everybody Needs a Mascot

There was no way that Casey would even think about bringing his camera to school. All those kids were nothing but animals. People would be suprised to see what a herd they are. They move like a pack of wolves, but Casey didn't want to compare them to wolves because he found animals to be more humane than humans. It would be a pity though if he missed some extraordinary lighting that would come across a tree or something that would be really pleasant to the eye.

Sometimes he had so many regrets regarding the town he lived in because all these people, these kids only seeked to destroy something and he wanted to capture the beautiful moment in the camera forever. It also struck him that maybe he killed the beauty like this, by capturing it forever, but then again he didn't mind because sometimes he liked to metaphorically kill too.

It was the early morning and the daily light shined over his face annoyingly. It woke him up more than if he had turned on his phone at 2 am and it was on full brightness.

He could hear his mom going around and doing dishes or whatever made that kind of sound, and the realization of the fact that he had to go to school made him consider skipping once more without any important reason.

Yesterday it was important but now he was just tired and he really didn't want to see the people from his school.

He didn't want to see Kevin who always looked at girls' asses; he didn't want to see Marie who always shouted at her shy best friend, he didn't want to see Peter who always punched his girlfriend "out of a joke" as he would always say. Casey wondered why Peter's girlfriend didn't leave him, but the reason was hidden behind the fact that if she left him all her friends would leave her.

Sometimes it was great to be alone.

And sometimes it wasn't.

The lights were shining directly on his face and his eyes started to leak as he just laid there not caring that he was almost crying.

His feet touched the cold floor of his bedroom and he remembered that he had gone outside the night before and that he barely got any sleep, which was a devastating thing to him.

Sleep was like a free trial for death and as amusing as that was he couldn't help but feel the sting of pain for all the times someone told him that he should just fucking die.

You should never tell anyone to fucking die. That's rude and inconsiderate and Casey wanted to punch all of those people who said those kinds of things, but he wasn't a violent person nor did he ever raise a hand at anyone no matter how angry he was.

He was practically numb now so the people at school who used to bully him really hard kind of gradually lessened their attacks because Casey wasn't really fighting back so he wasn't that much fun.

The pajamas he was wearing were in all the wrong places, but it still smelled like the fabric softener that his mom bought the other day. His pajamas were even the other way around so the inscription that used to be on the front was now on the back.

It would be funny just to walk out in the streets like that with an inscription that said "C'mon let's have a great night. Let's party!" on his back. It wasn't just the inscription but there were also some little chickens that were rainbow colored.

So basically, gay chickens calling you to have a great night.

"Casey!" His mom called out from downstairs way too fucking loud, almost loud enough for the people who lived in Europe to hear. "Come eat breakfast."

Isn't his mom the sweetest?

He quickly put on his blue hoodie and he inspected it for some dirty spots but he didn't find any. As he was now satisfied with himself, he went downstairs to eat that goddamn breakfast.