Journal Of A Teenage Psychopath

6

I went to the meeting today.

It was so very booooring.

The kid went on and on about how they just wanted to say hi to me.
That they were just being nice.
And that they couldn't fathom why I would ever slap them.

The counseler we were talking with had this duck toy thing on her desk.
You know, those things where it 'drinks' water while leaning down, then it's equilibrium changes with the water swinging inside it, and it bobs back up.
I kept wondering what would happen if I let some of the water out.
And wondering if anyone could make a real turkey do that.
And also what would happen if someone let the water out of that.
Though I suppose it wouldn't be water.
Hmm. Maybe there should have been food coloring in that turkey.

Finally there was a pause in the conversation, and I realized everyone was looking at me.

I had no clue what they had just been talking about.

But just in time the reality of the situation suddenly dawned on me.

I had figured they couldn't care less about this girl sobbing next to me. She always plastered her face with make-up and everything about her screamed 'fake'.

I didn't realize they really were trying to get to the bottom of the situation. I always figured that this was just a formality.
So that no one could sue.

But at that moment I realized that that this freak next to me had sufficiently swayed everyone to her side.
So much so that even my parents were looking at me strange.

I knew that if I didn't do something quick they might kick me out of the school.
And for some reason I really didn't want that.

So thinking fast I shoved a frown on my face and began - slightly wobbling my voice for added effect,

"She was bullying my friend. I wouldn't have done anything, but I was tired of her being mean. I told her to stop. I've beeen practically begging her for ages. But she- she kept on going. And... Angela... yeah, poor Angela has been feeling just awful about herself-"

I was feeling pretty proud of myself right then.

I could see all of their skeptical faces slowly soften to concern. The girl next to me - her face was comical. A pure expression of shock had started to grow there.

She started stammering out,

"I- why I'd never! I've never um. No I've never ... bullied... anyone!"

Because you see folks.
Within every good lie, is a seed of truth.
And I am an amazing lier.

There really is a girl named Angela.
And this knock off really did bully her.
It was the same girl I liked to watch at lunch.
I've seen her things go flying in the halls, odd papers with her name on them were everywhere.
But I hardly think it bothered her much.
She always just gave an exasperated sigh and began to pick up her things.
The odd passerby would help.
I mean come on.
This wasn't 'Mean Girls' or anything.

So I felt pretty confident.

I could see the wheels turning in the councillor's head.
She started tapping her pencil against her desk looking at me.

If I would have had my way, then that would have been that.

But then the councilor had to turn to me with a sly smile and say,

"This looks like a much larger situation then we thought. I guess we'll have to talk to Angela and hear her side of the story too,"

I clenched my fist.
It took every ounce of restraint to keep my calm demeanor.

When in reality all I felt like doing was ripping the head off her stupid turkey.