Journal Of A Teenage Psychopath

3

I told you that my parents took me out of school.
But once high school started my parents wanted to put me back in.
I wasn't really into it, and was able to hold them off for a year.

But the next term came around and this time they were adamant.

I'm a sophomore now.
I do as well as I can in my classes.
But in the end I only get low A's.
It really annoys me, and sometimes I just want to strangle something.

Wait, your not thinking?
Come, on.
Tell me you don't feel like that sometimes too, and then you can judge me as much as you want.
Jerk.

I see this girl.

I watch her.

She sits alone during lunch.

But not like you'd expect.

Not head down.
Hair covering face.
Eyes lingering longingly at the odd passerby.

No she sits,
Head high,
Smile bright,
Reading comic books.

One time she looked around and caught my eyes.
Then quickly looked away embarressed.

It was funny.

I was still looking at her, when she glanced back again.

Now she knew I was staring.

I didn't care.

She looked uncomfortable.

She tried to ignore me, but I could see her glance at me out of the corner of her eyes.

I kept staring.

Then lunch was over.
And she left quicker than usual.

I'd wondered what her next class was.