2-23-16
The quiet sound of pencils scribbling away at paper is the only sound that fills the small classroom. Everyone sits at their desk, staring down at their tests either looking confused or frustrated. I've already finished, I'm now hunched over my notebook writing this entry. Slowly, one by one my classmates begin to finish their tests until everyone is done and the teacher speaks up. Talking begins to fill the once quiet air as everyone begins to check our tests together. Like always, I pass with flying colors, nothing seems to change in this place. Then again, I did cheat on this again, I always cheat on vocabulary tests.
With a sigh I return to writing as they continue to read the book required for class, I've already read it. With nothing much to preoccupy myself with I begin to do what I always do. Daydream. It just happens, I just randomly make these scenes in my head, sometimes I even think that it's real and I end up confused with my real life. Some of these scenes are violent, some are sweet, some are completely out of this world and some are just... modified memories that seem way too real.
Today, actually a lot lately, I have been thinking about a particular someone. Not in a lovely way, more so a violent, masochistic way. I want to kill her.
We now sit in our religion class, yes a catholic school holds a girl who aspires to be a killer. Classic. Now don't get me wrong, I don't believe in God at all. I don't see a reason to believe in him, he's saved all these people but he's never been there to 'save' me, even when I believed in him. But I don't judge people for what they believe in. I believe that there's something, I just don't know what.
The teacher stands in front of the room talking to us about high school. I can hear HER speak. The girl who's life I want to disappear. Every time she speaks up I cringe and have to force myself to stay seated and not tackle her down, wrap my fingers around her throat, and watch the life drain from her eyes. I want to be the last thing she sees. Everything about her makes me hate her.
My mind begins to wander once again as I stare at the cold, grey wall of the classroom. She invades my thoughts.
